Reverie of Reflection

Reverie of Reflection How may I serve thee, when I have grown old? When the rocking chair arms embrace their hold; And silence cuddles lank and limping legs, Uninvited tears roll down cheeks of age. My dreams of passionate youth grandiose, Fighting and failing for “good” bellicose, Undone deeds clog the gutters of the past. The sum of life’s days dashing far too fast. The sun beams drifting through the window glass, Reverie floats – the untenable pass; “Cans” buried in the can nots of real time. Opportunities lost as wilted vines. How may I serve thee, when I have grown old? I will pray dear prayers asleep in my soul.