We don't always know when we're in our autumn years.
The November and December of life, it now appears

May come sooner than you expected, it seems.
Your lifetime could be shorter than depicted in your dreams.

Would you like to blithely live each successive day?
Or would you rather know when your years have slipped away?

May we just live happily and make it a habit --
Keep hurrying onward like Alice's white rabbit.

by D. Edgar Murray