Dancing Billow
"Finally, I let it go...
But it had claw marks all over it."
The way I felt,
The way I reasoned,
Even the way I talked changed.
As my years demanded it,
I knew. I understood.
I saw face to face
What was in part had to part.
So, reluctantly I put it away,
Except for in faith and malice.
Now I'm nostalgic.
I've become a man,
But I desire the "dancing billow;
With winds behind and rocks before."
I let none despise me
In the glory of my strength.
Those were "cheerful yesterdays";
Now my hoary head shines
To lead me to "confident tomorrows".
Dedicated to Mr. Benson
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