By Bob Downing
“ and ten” the Scriptures do say
Are the years of our lives; we then “fly away.” *
An endless time…through the eyes of the young…
Becomes hauntingly brief when life’s song is near sung.
The horizons once faced are now memories long past.
The victories and triumphs so cherished did not last.
The failures, the heartaches, the losses, and schemes
Of a life poorly spent bring nights’ tortured dreams.
The curtains of our minds in the dark of the night
Draw open to reveal a troubling sight…
Unlimited youth with its promise and fun
Has vanished away like the dew in the sun.
The desires, the passions, the zest for the day
Are like snowflakes that fall and soon melt away.
The finish, once distant, looms alarmingly near
And the memories of life become ever so dear.
The goals, once assumed, are now elusively caught,
And the expression of love becomes merely a thought.
Deeds once accomplished with hardly a strain
Are now deeds but dreamed and seldom without pain.
But continue we must, and through effort and strength
The days of our lives may be increased in length.*
With happiness and love and good deeds to lend
“ and ten” could be when we begin.