A bottle of red wine
Blossoms with age
And a life's master craft
Is revered in a frame
But somewhere along the line
Wisdom became weak
And a quarter through our time
Is where we now hit our peak
You will do well
To remember the wise
Look into their eyes
And leave the mirror far behind
When did old start meaning too late?
And when did grand stop meaning great?
The obsession of the world
Is fleeing from the grave
Fleeting youth and looks
Are taking center stage
But beneath all the chatter
What is it we say?
That your heart doesn't matter
Once your head shows some gray?
Run while you can, 'cause one day you will be slow
Shine while you can, 'cause one day the glow will go
But I hope it doesn't take till then for you to know
That what really matters doesn't go when you grow