CANE IN HAND
We start out young just as the early morning sunrise,
Follow a path do we watching the sun make its way along.
Journey do we through the days just as the light slowly lessens,
Along the way we see many things, the sun passes over all there is.
The sun will one day set, as of now it does slowly move to the West,
Darkness will one day fall just as we will all grow from young to old,
Cane in hand we are found, at sunset, the sun going down.