Each day I live is one I’ve snatched from heaven
O silly me to linger on this shore
And fight off death, resist the final change
Six decades past and still I grasp for more.
It’s money and resource that's key
To life on earth as practiced by our kind
So acquisition occupies our thought
Pursuit of wealth that captivates our mind.
This brief respite to contemplate life’s end
Intensified my grasp of mankind’s lore
From quantity to quality I shift
With firm resolve to make the most of more.