Dancing With Time
To all my elderly friends Written 5/27/1997
I once was young,but now I'm old.
My eyes sharp, dimmed with age.
A voice once loud, is now to soft to sing in the choir
My hands strong, weakened with time.
Feet swift, crippled from days gone by.
Hair black, turned to light and Gray.
A heart beat with vigor and speed, weakened
With worry and trouble through time.
A mind sharp, quick to think,now it's hard to remember anything.
A back strong, weakened from work and heavy load.
Flesh smooth, wrinkled with age.
It's hard to except, for my spirit feels young.
It happens to the best of us for nothing stays the same.
The youth with their vigor and speed must dance with time you see.
The music of time slows us down, time takes it's tole on ever soul.
Time will go on dancing,we must take a seat.