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.

               Keith Garrett