Iíve heard age called just a number,
But I donít believe thatís true.
ĎCause I think its lots of numbers...
They add up to me and you.
4/19, 12/8, 10/12 - Numbers,
Birthdays of some friends...
Special numbers we invest in --
High returns yielded by them.
31, a favorite baseball player,
In basketball itís 8;
24, the Nascar champ...
Strength of heartís what makes each great.
I woke up age 15 the day
My dadís number was called.
By its end Iíd passed his 42;
Subtraction makes time stall...
Number 1, my academic rank
In high school -- made Mom proud...
Now just comfort for embarrassment;
Lifts that "God, how stupid" cloud.
Perhaps we are just numbers,
Ones that do reveal our age.
But not our ageís number,
Rather what fills each lifeís page...
Courage, through discovery of our
Heritage and pride;
Mileage on our journey,
Private moments locked inside...
Rites of passage weíve survived,
Damage inflicted and felt;
Encouraged and discouraged
By the highs and lows weíre dealt.
So many ages all add up
To one life, don't forget --
Nor that zero is the greatest
If it numbers our regrets.