La vieillesse n'est pas une question d'âge, mais bien plus une certaine façon de regarder les autres.

Aujourd'hui, je verrai les qualités des autres, et je distribuerai des louanges.

There are promises and poems Silly rhymes and songs There are storms and rainbows Sunshine and sometimes snow . . . There is drought and there is rain And dances that do the same There are flowers and blue skies And a million reasons why . . . There are fantasies and dreams Surprises and many schemes There are waterfalls and seas Mountains and many trees . . . There is laughter and there is pain Scars that will always remain There is happiness and sorrow Hopes of a new tomorrow . . . There are seasons to behold Many stories to be told There are folks who are blessed There are those who have less . . . There is uncertainty and fear Love for those we hold dear Yes, those for whom we care And lift up in our prayers . . . There are moments we are down And many dreams to be found. When all comes into view I realize my friend, that . . . there is only one you. Thank you for the gift of you!