Now I've passed The span of years Of ninety six Where lies ahead A beckoning sign: Life's joys and fears Are near an end And what I've left Behind me bends To question Of its worth To those I've left behind On Earth.
The span of years
Of ninety six
Where lies ahead
A beckoning sign:
Life's joys and fears
Are near an end
And what I've left
Behind me bends
To question
Of its worth
To those
I've left behind
On Earth.