a life well lived

sing the open air

and breeze it blows

through our hair

we please our ears

and settle our souls

we hear ourselves

as we grow old

it’s all been said

throughout all time

it’s how we’ve lived

beyond our prime

we shall assume

a life well lived

that’s up to us

the love we give

how we’ve lived

it’s all that matters

not hidden innuendos

and mindless chatter.

we may be lost

but we’ll be found

up in the air

amongst the clouds

to where we’re bound.