My life is o’er, how fast it went
I wonder where my time’s been spent
It’s passing by too swiftly now
The cradle has long left the bough.
I shall not pass this way again,
Perhaps I may remember when
The days have gone or passed on by
Each full of smiles or tears we’ve cried.
Oh how I wish that I would be
Some creature flitting, tree to tree
Who’s spent its life up in the air
Where only God and birds may share !
Claire V. Bogdanos 