Life as a child
Is Free and wild

There are so many friends
There is no end

We laugh we smile
Yet all the while

Little do we know
That some day

We will be old

Old Age

We learn to hate
It comes with age

The child in us
Has made the grade

And we teach our young
That life is fun

To love to trust
Is in all of us

The child sits on boney knees
But a twinkling eye
Hides the hate in me