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