These days are long ad weary
And dreams of youth are lost
When all the Summers of the years
Have paid a hefty cost.
When days of youth are now long gone
The cheer of it decayed
For age and illness creeping in
No longer are delayed.
But in our hearts are memories
Held close as glories crown
Will look toward God's promises
So soon.....As time winds down.
5-13-2018
byMs. Caroline
Carolyn Ford Witt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem