AND WHEN IT ENDS

We'd cry and then see,
Smile and then on fours,
We'd on twos, a walk, stumble and then run,

Someday we'd with whiteness mark this journey,
With the crown of wisdom, look back on the years,
And when it ends, that youth gone, what shall the tale tell?,

Who'd then look back, and tell of a beautiful life spent?,
Of help given, of love shared?, who'd then unto heaven say,
"I put a smile on a pale face and to a child gave a reason to live"?