With Age
With age
With age fading the barriers of time
The dimming of days, the hazy line
Of distinction between the past and the present,
No ambition to serve, no anger to vent
On the mere misdemeanours of youth.
With age time stands no longer the goad,
For rushing and battling to lighten the load
Of work, no more deadlines, imperative goals,
Only the ending when the church bell tolls.
With age the memories are gathered to treasure
To bring back in those moments of leisure,
The wisdom, the knowledge, the peace and the calm
Run deep, lie strong, the soul’s quiet psalm
Copyright © Beth Pestell | Year Posted 2019
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