Perhaps

As I get older
Perhaps more wise
I’m beginning to see the world
With different eyes

Perhaps wisdom perhaps grace
Perhaps a forgiving heart
When looking upon another’s face
Knowing we each do our small part

Life is but a speck in time
An ocean that ebbs and flows
Fortune upon us sometimes smiles
But upon the wind it may throw

Us into the depths of despair
Not another day can we survive
With the knowledge and to be aware
Each is but a fleeting moment in our lives

Permanence does not exist
Only the essence of our soul
Sometimes sorrow sometimes bliss
Only the fortunate grow old