Grace And Peace Of Old Age Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Yesterday I dreamt of a peaceful and enduring life, it
suited me well, yet the beauty and magic of youth left
one day, leaving me bereft.

Instead now filling me with the grace and peace of old
age, wondering, praying through the sheer energy of my
soul, watching moments come and go.

Taking my life into quiet realms of another sphere
where I will at last spend time listening to the final
music of my soul.

An everlasting sense of sorrow, yet joy is still fill-
ing many moments of my interior life in whatever time
I may have left on earth.