Life is so wondrous and awesome,

Who can its fullness proclaim?

Life is a joy and wonder,

Mixed with transition and pain.

Each day I am a new person,

That dies at the end of the day;

Changing with each passing moment,

My old self is passing away.

We’re born as innocent babies,

But the infants never live long;

Snuggled to the breast, the moment

Youth comes, the infant is gone.

Youth blooms like a rose in the morning;

In the evening, it’s drooping its head.

Man enters the scene bold and imploring,

And grieves when he finds the youth dead.

The mind is continually exploring,

Expanding and creating anew,

Changing from moment to moment,

Progressing our whole life through.

The person I am, I’ll not be tomorrow;

Yesterday is now lost in its time.

Thank God for the potential of changing,

And leaving the old self behind.

April 8th 1996