When I No Longer Wonder
When comes the day
When I watch the sun rise
And fail to feel a sense of awe
Twill be the day that time
Blinds my eyes
And I hear the Angels call
When comes the day
I can no longer lift
My head from off my pillows
Twill be the day
I no longer care if
The breeze still blows
In the willows
When comes the time
That I can’t see the rhyme
Nor the reason for the Rain
Nor the thunder
When I grasp for the rapture
Of Nature… in vain
Twill be the day
…that I no longer wonder…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2015
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