TIME

 

The days of my youth

Like leaves on the trees,

All too soon were wafted away

On a sprightly breeze.

Then came days of nurturing

Precious youths of my own,

And like hurricane winds,

Too swiftly, time was blown.

Suddenly the days turned to years,

Time passed like a candle that burns,

And for the  days and years long past

My  nurturing heart often yearns.

But the candle still burns,

The wind still blows

And where time flies,

No one knows.

So I treasure each moment with joy

As I watch  time fly away

And give thanks to God on high

For giving me each new day.

ŠLora Cox

 

 

 

Artwork: Windswept
by John Waterhouse