PASSAGE OF TIME

It’s said I’ve reached my golden years,

among the elders now they say;

I’m growing lame, no longer work

and my hair has now turned gray.

I live life at a slower pace,

not so much on the run,

but I’m up with the chickens

and still up past the setting sun.

Each day is filled to overflowing

with things I want to get done;

the common chores we all must do

and I still have bills to pay

and a life to live, times to enjoy

even though my hair is gray…

And the clock on the wall keeps ticking

as I’m blessed with a new day

to live the best that I am able and know how

though the sands of time fall fast

as life’s seconds keep on ticking by;

Oh how quickly moments pass…

moments of time and precious memories,

hope for all those things I’ve left to do,

past dreams I hope I can fulfill

before this life is through…

And I look forward to each new day

and the future yet to come

when this life’s clock stops ticking

and I pass into God’s Kingdom…

But for now, the sands of time keep falling

though I don’t know what tomorrow holds,

I’m finding that my elder years

are more silver than are gold,

and I’m living life at a slower pace

though I still have a half full glass,

not half empty, life goes on

though my years are passing fast.