My dear, my dear, My Pot of Gold How did you ever Grow so old? You’re not as young As you once were And fight these Moments to conserve The essence of Your fading youth For you can’t seem To face the truth That little one You would consult Is now a fully- Grown adult But as the child’s Pages end A brand new section Will begin So wipe those tears And dry your eyes It’s true that every Chapter dies Adulthood’s not The end of life So spread your wings, Begin thy flight!