Jun 2014
The waning years left me lost tears
for brethren I have loved so long
Remember days of childish ways
taste of life was sweet as a song
Winds that blew, as they always do
from youth I saw in my mirror
A pale gray face, lie in its place
old folly of years grows clearer
I laughed and played, as youth had stayed
duty could wait, while time was free
Time was my friend, though in the end
pain overcame what life left me
Tate
Original with music and pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/454873/
for brethren I have loved so long
Remember days of childish ways
taste of life was sweet as a song
Winds that blew, as they always do
from youth I saw in my mirror
A pale gray face, lie in its place
old folly of years grows clearer
I laughed and played, as youth had stayed
duty could wait, while time was free
Time was my friend, though in the end
pain overcame what life left me
Tate
Original with music and pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/454873/
So often is this truth that we all dread the knock of the door.
For life's time waits on none of us
it masters fate with earnest callous
Caring for none in favored mercy
helping not whom it shows malice
To Grandpa Ed be it enough for him to know I am happy. To him I say "thank you for my life". His spirit lives in my heart and all the family.
For life's time waits on none of us
it masters fate with earnest callous
Caring for none in favored mercy
helping not whom it shows malice
To Grandpa Ed be it enough for him to know I am happy. To him I say "thank you for my life". His spirit lives in my heart and all the family.
