If I could recall one moment in time,
That was more vital and more passionate.
Tempests have smoothed sandstone and lime
And new tenants now in short and long relate.
Where once our passion burned with deep intent,
Now wrinkled and dimmed with furrowed brow.
All sweet and youthful features then are spent,
As time erodes them even faster now.
Though your sharp wit may not diminish,
Nor cast out the power of thought,
Your enduring mind may see no finish;
When all is done, time can’t be bought.
I would welcome now the heaven’s call
And rest my weary head on you, before I fall.