Bygone Days Poem by Jim Boone

On the road to God-knows-where
Saints and sinners hitchhiking
Incognito as youth burns up the road
And age tries to repair it.

You put me down, I held you up
Walking away from confused
Tears and you were right, I was wrong,
At the right time for the wrong
Reasons without a thought for tomorrow.
I can't stop thinking about
Yesterday, but the writing eases the pain.

Be it ever so decadent, there's no time
Like today, when seen through
The mind's eye, as yesterday's warnings
Come to pass.

Bygone days on a page and now
Filling a pen with notions
That are waiting to serenade reality
With the balm of this lullaby.

One day you will leave all of Earth's
Wealth and beauty, poverty
And despair; trust and walk with God
Knowing your Spirit lives after
The human body is fallen and dead.

Be as wise as Eden's serpent
As harmless as the dove
And your heart and mind will forever
Be faithful to the path
That will reconnect You
And lead you to Spirit's home.

2012