It’s not another number, but a state

Of mind. You get older if you allow

Yourself to do that evil thing, but wait–

You’re really getting better. Only now

You have the wisdom youth can never know.

And beauty? It’s a transitory thing,

Perceived as a treasure by those who go

To awful lengths to seek the golden ring

Of artificial youth. But I, who live

A wondrous life, a gift from one who sees

What lies beneath, know true beauty. I give

To you a peaceful respite beneath trees

That worship longevity. May this prove

To you that what I treasure is your love.