I once told myself
I have all the time in the world
No one to blame but myself
The situation has become harrowed

My best days are behind me
I can feel them creeping near
This power cannot leave me,
this position I hold dear

But the young will rise
even as the old will fall
Change is on the rise
Complacency has been stalled

The animal in me wishes to survive
though I cannot say just why
My successors hunger to survive
Their exuberance comes untied

I guess I could be blessed
that I stayed this long
My successors are similarly blessed
They rise to the tune of my swan song