I have written the poet said
Of things past and present
My memories, my thoughts
My feelings there described in

My heart I wear upon my sleeve
With all that I am writing
Please Lord guide my hand
When I put pen to paper

The journey long has just begun
Though two score years and thirteen
The journey's end is not in sight
Somehow that does not matter

On this road I travel on
Many I have met there
All have left some of themselves
To influence my perception

Many there were rushing on
To reach their destination
Never knowing all the while
The journey is all that matters