As we age in our lives, we look back through the years,
Our memory recalls the joyful events, as well as when we shed tears;
For you see, each growth and day of our life, were like stepping stones,
Each one we took was essential to our making it today;
We took the good with the bad, as throughout our lives we grew,
Now, during our "Golden Years" we seem to be born anew;
To live every precious minute of every day, with faith, hope and joy, I best say,
Never losing faith in the Lord, even on our last day.