When I am older, and hopefully wiser
when I look back at my life and wonder
what will I wonder about?
Will my dreams be fulfilled
or lamented while I sleep?
Will my family be around,
or is it my own company I keep?
Have the footprints I made been left behind,
or washed away like the weeds in the sand?
When the sun sinks low behind the waves,
will anyone remember my name?