Jul 2013
I talk not of strength because my heart has known
and fought with weakness through long hours alone
as the days go by and the weeks rush on
and before I know it another year is gone but
I will be happy if someone who has read me says
"I'm better because he passed this way."
Age is just a state of mind especially
if you have left your dreams behind
but if from life you have taken the best
and love you hold as the years go by
then it really doesn't matter how the birthdays fly
because you are not old.
I give many thanks for a long life so far
even though it may have brought me
much bitterness and strife but I give thanks for
all of the many of love's joys that I am given
and I will always cherish the tears and the joys
that I have had for love's dear sake even though
sometimes grief followed in its wake but still
I can forget love's sorrow in loves joy.
As my heart grows empty of every
thought unkind I find peace hovering all around me
and joy filling my mind and I count my blessings
because they have not been few and I wonder
what next I am going to do.
No tear was ever shed in vain
and in the end my sorrowing heart could find
no curse but only blessings in the hand of pain
so I continue to try to write something
that takes a little sadness from the worlds vast store
because I have been blessed to make of joys too scanty
some a little more.
I grow a little more tired at the end of each day
and a little less anxious to have my way
and a little less ready to scold and blame
as I near my journey's end where
time and eternity meet and blend.
While my heart throbs to the tread
of the passing years I have learned
life's hardest lesson and that
is learning to wait and I have also learned
that through life's suffering
my heart only grew stronger.
Let my words come just when they are needed
like a beautiful breeze blowing wind in your face
like a smile that only takes a moment
and costs nothing but gives much like a memory
that can last forever and know that
it is in loving and not being loved
that the heart finds its quest
and it is in giving not getting that
our lives are best. Jon York 2013
and fought with weakness through long hours alone
as the days go by and the weeks rush on
and before I know it another year is gone but
I will be happy if someone who has read me says
"I'm better because he passed this way."
Age is just a state of mind especially
if you have left your dreams behind
but if from life you have taken the best
and love you hold as the years go by
then it really doesn't matter how the birthdays fly
because you are not old.
I give many thanks for a long life so far
even though it may have brought me
much bitterness and strife but I give thanks for
all of the many of love's joys that I am given
and I will always cherish the tears and the joys
that I have had for love's dear sake even though
sometimes grief followed in its wake but still
I can forget love's sorrow in loves joy.
As my heart grows empty of every
thought unkind I find peace hovering all around me
and joy filling my mind and I count my blessings
because they have not been few and I wonder
what next I am going to do.
No tear was ever shed in vain
and in the end my sorrowing heart could find
no curse but only blessings in the hand of pain
so I continue to try to write something
that takes a little sadness from the worlds vast store
because I have been blessed to make of joys too scanty
some a little more.
I grow a little more tired at the end of each day
and a little less anxious to have my way
and a little less ready to scold and blame
as I near my journey's end where
time and eternity meet and blend.
While my heart throbs to the tread
of the passing years I have learned
life's hardest lesson and that
is learning to wait and I have also learned
that through life's suffering
my heart only grew stronger.
Let my words come just when they are needed
like a beautiful breeze blowing wind in your face
like a smile that only takes a moment
and costs nothing but gives much like a memory
that can last forever and know that
it is in loving and not being loved
that the heart finds its quest
and it is in giving not getting that
our lives are best. Jon York 2013
