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.