Recount of an old fighter

I stare at the clouds,
I gaze at the seas
My sorrows melt away
in the soft breeze.
The falling sun,
it’s warming smile,
floods my eyes with misty dreams.

Those sweet times filled my heart
and are now gone.
Those memories still give strength
to these frail bones.

So I can conquer the world
and those faded peaks still climb
and the splendour of my younger days
shall shine
till the end of time.