1. The day I departed was brightened
As I journeyed on, not spurring my steed or companion.

2. Our lives are but stages we traverse,
Each portioned out in bits from the whole.

3. And we dwell in a home where peace follows fear
And where the coziness of company chases away the pangs of loneliness.

4. Nights and days with hours that seemed to crawl
Separating your spirit, mind and flesh.

5. And though I rose up each morn resigned
My refrain remained, "Would that eve might find..."

6. One who has lived seventy years, it's as if
He were doctoring the incurable in their steady decline.

7. So wisdom is not gained by study alone,
Rather it starts with learning then knowing.

8. And many insights in people's lines there are,
But the best of them are motes from the suns of perception.