Little do we realize how precious is our youth.
Days drag on and we miss the meaningful truth.
That time is of the essence: whisks by into nowhere.
Many years seem to have vanished into thin air.
I find myself yearning for all those yesterdays.
Those have become a tedious, dismal haze.
No little children grasping at my skirt.
Just an emptiness that causes me to hurt.
Dear Jesus come fill this lonesome space.
With your Fathers saving grace.
I feel my days on earth are nearly spent,
I am only left with the past and the present.
May I look forward and approach the morrow,
Without the slightest hint of pitiful sorrow.
Please permit me to age graciously.
So that I may meet my Lord willingly.
Until that appointed time comes, I pray.
Let me make the most of every single day.
That I may leave behind memories so perfect
To the loved ones I want so much to protect.
© Carol G Oliver
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