Best For Last
For all in this old world I've missed
this latter half is the sweetest I insist
For all I lost I gained the more
a family that's precious
beyond asking for
My step daughter she opens a kindest heart
her soul she gives as a work of art
her precious daughters
new grand-babies to spoil
beautiful, genuine with laughter truly joyful
Every day I'm living a dream
so perfect for me perhaps I'm asleep
I always wondered what this would be like
here in the latter half of life
A glassy lake on independence morn
the men frying fish we caught the night before
riding my buckskin on Pacific Crest Trail
with the family in tow tail to tail
Love and sweet adoration
fills the air of day
gone is the smell of bottle rockets
marking when independence came
Stars and Stripes
our freedom rings
in this heart and this life
Can you believe...? I finally grew wings
Ah the wonder and twists of fate
when you think your too old and it's much too late
when you wonder if God has turned his back
only to find he saved the best for last
Even if I had to do it all again
lovers lost and the loss of friends
painful as it was and sometimes still is
it was all worth the happy I'm starting to live
Never stop believing
your dreams will come true
though the search leaves your soul
battered and bruised
You never know what joy may come
though you hum to the beat of a solitary drum
not really knowing why something's wrong
but knowing when it's right come the dawn
Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2014
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