We grow in grace as years go by And learn to see life’s truth Encounters good and bad, we face Lessons from the Learning Booth The booth of time, where wisdom lies Each truth we learned you’ll see Etched into brow, with shoulders bent The weight of life we now carry You see the old forgetful man Shuffling down the street If you knew this sunny day That man, someday soon you’ll be Someday when time catches you Those lines, now on your face When you awake that fateful day That you have grown in grace And you will wonder as we do How time has gone so fast And where is all this wisdom We heard about? we ask How is it that I’m so wise Because of years gone by? Yes, my dear, I’ve learned a lot But sometimes wisdom’s on the fly I’m old as such, as I should be I’ve put in lots of days But I still wonder what to do And sometimes what to say But please, don’t treat me like a child Or talk down to me now I’m not your sweetie or your dear I bear a wrinkled brow My wrinkles say for all to see I’ve earned the right today To be treated with respect There’s not much more to say Know only this, yes, it’s true That I am old and gray But smart too, and sometimes wise With good things left to say
