When we are young,
we want to be grown.
Now that we're old
where have the years flown?
We can never be happy,
accept what we've got.
Always scheming and plotting
to be what we're not.
Why do we find it
so hard to receive
The blessings we're sent
why can't we believe
We are at this moment,
where we need to be?
If we open our eyes,
then we can see
We have God's greatest treasure~
LIFE and all its pleasure.
This poem is very beautiful.