When the years grow weary upon my bones
Foraging through, each day I roam.
I pray, I hope, that blessings of youth
Can one day dance with age-learned truths.
Memories of youth in happiness spent
Tickle sweetly upon present tense.
But can wisdom, gained only in years afore
Learn to dance, as youth has long before?
Priviledged and rare, that gift I’d wear,
To mingle youth’s courage, with wisdom in pair.
That I may live long enough to see
It’s language and light revealed to me.
And at once I’d see the fullest expressing…
The beauty of life’s most wonderful blessing;
To hold both young and old in exquisite song
If only for brief moments before I’m gone.
(I hope I live long enough to feel that young again).
6-24-08 © Donna Elks