Russell G. Robison


My step is growing shorter,
And my reach is not as high
I’m told that I can’t win
But still it is about the try

A captive of the circumstances
Life will bring to you
Those obligations mandatory,
Things that you must do

Too often I get caught up in
Just going on my way
And take for granted all the blue
That’s in the sky today

Life’s too short to worry
For those things we haven’t got
But I can’t help but linger
On those things that we are not