Living up almost to my sixtieth year I am becoming love and overcoming fear Down almost to put the past to rest at last But if I want to do it I had best be fast Though as I overcome so will I become So I take it as it comes as I overcome Becoming as I go as I come to know Before I am no more until I disappear When everyone will know I will still be here Then in the form of poetry still will be me Living up to love and living down fear Living up and down to my sixtieth year +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV