When time doth turn its head toward me,
I turn away and laugh with glee.
I shall not let it bring me down,
And on my face there'll be no frown.
For growing old, or staying young
are words spoke in a different tongue.
You choose your age from day to day
from how you work, to how you play.
I choose to live a younger life
that's filled with fun, and free from strife.
I choose to be the happy sort
And in time's face I shall retort,
"You come and go as you may please,
but leave me with my memories."
I let time pass, and so it goes.
and happily, I know no woes.