On a quest for happiness we wander Pursuing those moments that make us fonder Yet often common things provoke our doubt Will they endure or fade and spread out? At 81 memories starting to slip away Devoid of so much as time has its say Hair turns grey wrinkles softly chime Yet will remain proud this time? the brink finale Bidding farewell world's stage To everyone I wave Laying rest in soil's embrace. stay? Remain until my last breath departs arrive? Paying me visit friendly hi Is it overly challenging? Or excessively intricate? desire something like this long happiness through them.