When you grow older and I grow weak,
I get wrinkled, lose my hair and teeth,
When my joints pain and I can't help but wince
At every stinging ache that torments my being
I pray that you remember how precious time is
How important it is to always smile
To laugh loud, love hard and just be happy
When you grow older and become frail and sick
I promise you, you will understand exactly what it is I mean
Time is precious,
And you should not waste it,
doing something pointless that will result in you regretting
- Letter from Mom
