I gaze into the glassy pond,
And see the path of life beyond.
From frisky child with spindrift hair
Running ragged devoid of care,
To luscious lovers' tender yearing
That fills the heart with passion burning.
As time creeps in and takes its stand
When did that little child disband?
Not for the poor and lonely soul,
Bitter and broken that none can console,
But proud and strongly I grasp the line
And stake a claim to make it mine.