A day has gone by,
moments strung together
some lasting but a blink,
while others seeming forever
They paint a portrait an a canvas,
sometimes never to be viewed again,
while some are indelibly etched,
never to forget
Some we find ourselves screaming at,
others with a tear in our eye,
some a passing fancy,
some giving answers,
others with just why?
But as the many years drift,
like the clouds passing by,
of many shapes and sizes,
I guess I have decided,
and am no longer surprised
These are the years of accrued wisdom,
often times wished to depart,
but although we are quite different,
we all are of the same part
So tally forth until your done,
and just do your best,
for sometime in the future,
the LORD will provide you,
within his arms,
all of the peace,
calmness and rest.