There comes a time when,
the jewels loss there luster
and gold its shine
you polish and shine with nothing but a grind.

When boy’s become men,
and girl’s become women.  

These are our elder day’s,
time’s of living
and settling down.

I knew at a young age,
that my year’s would
some day roll up
beside me,
telling me
its time to let go of my past,
and live for today.
Now is that time.