No need at all to rush, my friend
A gentle stroll will do
Down along the water's edge
To appreciate the pool.

The swans and ducks are swimming-
The trees sway back and forth-
The blue sky's all aglow with light-
It's part of the standard course.

We passed the same way long ago
Flushed with youth's bright hope.
We never realised how quickly
We'd be on the downward slope.

They're here now, bid them welcome-
Decay, decline and death-
A messy little triumvirate-
Before the final breath.

I've told them I'm not rushing.
There's plenty of room for all.
Though about to board the parting ship,
I'll wait for them to call.