Look back, look back old man
to your life climbing the hill
over the rock strewn paths you trod
to the well where you drank your fill.

There was a cost in this journey
your ambition often caused offence
to your family and friends
who showed you tolerance.

Your frenzy was a natural thing
you had to rush onwards and up
give poverty no quarter
and try to fill your personal cup.

The great relief in getting old 
is you reflect and can repent
you now see all the trees in the forest
and regret the pointless energy spent.

So - what to do now you care
Beg forgiveness, or do you cry
Can you smile at the unfortunate?
Give them comfort, help them fly?

Can you now stop and give some gold
to the poor whose hands are out?
Can you bend and show some kindness
and ease your own self-doubt?

Seek peace of mind and solace
Relax, get old, don't moan
Pick a route that gets you through
and know you are not alone.