​The sky may be grey or the sun might shine, the day could be warm or cold, we finally learned it matters not, in the scheme of growing old. Money loose, money tight, bills on time or late, what's the difference worry not, leave life up to fate. Every debt of yesterday, paid late or not at all, hasn't changed our destiny, to attend the final Ball. Sick or healthy, rich or poor, in love or all alone, happy sad or good or bad, we all wind up at home.
   Let your worries and fears begone from your heart, and may you live life like it's your last day, The fear of yesterdays tommorow has come and gone many times, and we are still here. All the worrying changed nothing but gave us grey hair. Control is in the hands of a higher force. Let go of it all and let peace and comfort dwell in your soul. Have a great day my friend, I love you, mike.