With your whole life in
A bag how it makes me
Wonder makes me sad to
See that shadow in your
Eyes streaks on your faces
Reflecting the bad and
Good times of many years
None of which now can
Conceal the years of time
With your whole life in
The past I watch and see
For maybe the last time
For health seems to be
Failing you now for the
Shadows before me do
Grow darker all about