The wind whistles gently in the breeze

I stand there looking out to the sea

The clouds dip sadly behind the horizon

Leaving me to wonder how much left I have of time

Friendships fade, and people disappear

More from memory than reality

The familiar face I see walking down the street

Becomes a stranger again as we meet

The years fly by at a snail's pace

No one wants to reach the end of the race

I look in the mirror and I see my face

The road lines deeply etched in my cheeks

My smile is less real, but more sincere

My time here not certain when I'll soon leave

I have this second, this hour, this day

And the wind whistle gently in the breeze

And the wind whistles gently in the breeze