As the seasons pass and the days go by, I get older and when I look into the mirror I wonder who is staring back at me, but then I soon realize that, that beat up weary looking man is what 20 long years can do to a man. I then realize that I still have the spirit of a lion and the wisdom of a man, and I sit and think what have I done to myself? I sit back and remember it just like it was yesterday. Through all the hardships and the hold my beers and watch this and all the good times I have had and if I would have known the things I know now then I would have had one hell of a time. I look down and see my hands. What have I done? They're always at work and never at rest. Some day they will never move but that will be the day I die. I am soon to notice my wore out feet. They have walked so many miles and still are not done on their journey. Then, I finally look up and realize that the boy that stood here so many years ago, now stands tall, and he is now a man that walks tall through the valley of the shadow of death. I will fear no evil because thou art with me. With rod and staff in hand, they comfort me forever shall it be, for thee my lord for thee.