One to one hundred seems so long, but in years, in time, its over and gone,
And all those dreams, and that painful reverely, well it appeared and then disappeared faster than we could see.

So now I'm sixty one, youth long gone, tomorrow is but a promise, a line in a song,
I watch the young in their eager endeavour , advice is retorted with ,,,,"whatever",,,,,,

But tomorrow they grow, then they will come to know, as it starts anew, they will see, that they are just like me, and they are just like you too!