Changing Perspective

Watching my great grandson laugh Wondering what his future holds Realizing how short life is As a new life unfolds Did we change in all those years Thoughts cutting like a knife Changing perspective as we age Changing times a way of life We cannot turn the clocks back Or bring back the time before The future lies in his hands Our good old days will be no more When he reaches our age Will he dream of days so long ago Will there be a changing perspective Of the things that he loved so Generations pass as time goes by Values and spiritual growth re arranging Hopefully the core beliefs we knew Would be passed on never changing I wish him hard times, and a little rain Some struggles just for now I also wish him happiness And all that heaven will allow.