LIVE RIGHT THROUGH MY AGE

The minutes turn to hours
And the hours turn to days
Days disappear into weeks
Weeks become months through their haze.

Months quickly turn into years
And then transform into decades
Within the blink of an eye
I have lived right through my age.

Seeds are planted in the dirt
Nurtured by water and light
They grow reaching for the sun
Budding flowers for our sight.

Once they explode their color
The next season brings decay
As pedals fall to the earth
They have lived right through their age.

Chorus
Live right through my age
Each second of the day
Listen to the sage
Put words on the page.

The dawn is wet with its dew
But dried by the light at noon
The wind chills its gentle breeze
As the bluebirds sing their tune.

And when the sun starts setting
New words appear on the page
An appropriate ending
The day has lived through its age.