When I was young I learned to fight
Parents, brothers, sisters and friends.
To become an individual in my own right
I learned to take each opportunity that came in sight

When I reached my teenage years
The conflict often caused me tears;
But the lesson I learned was:
To survive, I had to fight, fight, fight.

Middle age brought emotional fights:
Pride, selfishness, possessiveness and obtuseness came to light.
Children all grown, their own lives to lead -
I feel I must fight if I am to succeed.

Old age comes, and with it it brings
Sadness and sorrow, perhaps fear for tomorrow.
But with each new dawn of each new day
If I have learned my lessons right I can say
Yes, it is right to fight to survive to live.
So I fight, fight, fight, endure and forgive.