From our first breath we begin the cycle of our life,

Each day you awake to the morning light you are blessed.

We all age in this mysterious world as everything does,

Never should we stop living as our time must not be wasted.

At times it’s true that a persom may worry to much about growing old,

Concentrating also on a day when he or she will go away to another place.

How can we live if our days are filled with the fear of not being here,

Living not only to exist but see this world without wondering about when.

We all age but we don’t stop living, we can’t give up the fight and wanting of life,

We don’t stop living although each day a small piece of life fades away with time.

Keith Garrett