First love, a very special place
For all of us to know
A time of life not circumspect
We grab the ball and go.
A child perhaps, or two or three
They’re fun to watch and grow
And keep them close and long until
It’s time to let them go.
Close friends and family guide our lives
Our karma from them flow
Pick fruit now from the wisest trees
That make you stronger, Go!
Our lives are short, and fragile too
Ride fast with hope, hang-on
Seek out your blessings every day
Too soon you will be Gone.