Wishful Dreams of Greying Years

 

Our greying years are seldom kind

To hopes and dreams of heart and mind

For we grow tired - in greying years -

And fill with aches and doubts and fears

But, still, we dare to wish and dream

Of racing winds and wading streams

And chasing joys we used to know

In youthful years - so long ago.

 

And it is meant that this should be -

As Heaven's gift to you and me -

To bring us smiles, against the truth

Of, once again, re-living youth

For - in such reveries of glee -

Our hearts are young and fancy free

And we are dreamers, Heaven blessed,

To wish and dream in God's caress.

 

~ Michael Dubina

 

Do not cast me off

in the time of old age;

forsake me not

when my strength

fails me.

Ps. 71:9