Sometimes I think that I am smart
Possessed of kind and loving heart
My timid soul has tried its best
To reach the goal or pass the test.
At times I fall and get up fast
While rapidly, brief moments pass
Swift hours go by and I wax old
My bones seem stiff, my feet are cold.
The winds of change have come and gone
I have retained my lexicon,
I think I’d like just one more chance
Before my last and final dance !