Words of wisdom upon the wind,
hits walls of steel that is skin thin;
Eyes of eternity that live every day,
watch their life's treasure go outside to play;
Upon the railroad that travels to responsibility,
the hills are many and the valleys a disability;
And the oceans and rivers that crosses each life,
brings about uniqueness through storms in their night;
Birthdays and holidays that pass like a rain,
drops on hot pavement evaporate each day;
But as down pours become many the pavement does cool,
as does life in old age we can revue;
A page in a book that has been read many times,
each word is the same but different messages designed;
And the bumps and the divots which we cross each day,
builds who we are in its own special way;
From parents to children all special and unique,
traveling through time and new avenues they seek;
But the road signs are the same but the language has changed,
The destination is mote if the journey is rearranged;
So sky blue is the ocean and crystal clear the sky,
each moment is special till the day that we die.