Eternity
I stand on the edge of eternity
And peer at the void in front of me
It stretches out entrapped in haze
And will not let me view the days.
How many are there left to me
And what will be the quality?
Will I go strong into that space?
What future do I have to face?
No longer young, my days are short,
And time seems of a different sort.
Somehow, it’s faster than before,
And nearer now that distant shore.
The world around me sweeter still
Than in my youth - a bitter pill.
I’ve often let life pass me by
Without so much as a whispered sigh.
The days seemed long and endless then
I never gave a thought to when
I’d find the hourglass draining out
And have to make a turn-about.
I’ve always had a hand to give.
My faith I’ve mostly tried to live.
I’ve had happy times and those of strife
But all in all it’s been a wonderful life!
For I’ve had a family that I love
And help when needed from God above
I’ll be at peace when it’s time to go
And thankful for all these years, I know.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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