I look at the crowd,
young and old,
for time will pass,
untold.
An oldbie am I,
fer sure,
destiny lies for those to yearn,
now it's time to go from good to bad,
like a black sheep,
that wants to become a lamb.
Our lives we live,
like yours and mine,
like Whyville we stand,
for it is yours, it is mine.

*Link123 jotting "The End"*