What is less and what is more
Is a question of what’s in store
Do we look through with fear
Or do we soldier on with ongoing cheer?
Too often we think that we cannot
Be until we obtain a thing that was sought.
And is it true that the past is unfair
To those who dare to trust thin air?
Invisibility is a skill I know well
How I learned it, I cannot tell
I grow old, I grow old
But until I die, I will be bold.
So pay attention the next time you look
For the joy that life has took,
Since you know me and I know you
We shall see each other through.