Who's to Say?

​Who's to say
When morning has lost its glory?
Who's to say
When the bloom is off the rose?
Who's to say
When the girl with one pearl earring
Becomes a grandmother with a garden hose?

Not for me
A life of sadness.
Not for me
A life alone.
As long as I
Have love and friendship,
The songs of youth
Will warm my home.

By now, you know
That all that glistens
Isn't golden like they said
And every dollar that you fought for
Will be worthless
Once you're dead.

So come with me
On life's adventure,
Leave your baggage
At the door.
Grab your stick, your cane, your walker
And follow the sun, the moon, the stars.
 
Rosalind Resnick
Nov. 24, 2015