As I grow older day by day
And heartaches add to wisdom's bay,
The loves for which my youth once vied
No longer light my fired, inside.
I lift the branch that's hanging low.
I smell the rose but let it grow.
Adventure lacks the lure it knew
When foolish dreams and passions grew
And though it still demands my smile
(Where past and present meet a while)
No more I haunt the turtle's rest
Or flush the robin from her nest.
I journey, now, to meet an end
Where deeds of past the future blend
And what I pass, in love's embrace,
I leave for better in its place -
But God must often hear me say:
I wish I lived my life this way.
~ Michael Dubina