The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
The jobs, the seasons, come and go;
It’s sunny, raining, years go by.
You do not age and seem to grow...
The treasures of time are loaded on my back
What a welcome burden! Memories alone
Would be a lottery win...
