The Winter Of My Life

 

Many years from now

when I am old and grey

and life is nearly done

and the winter of my life

has reached December

knowing that the past

will be much longer than the years

that lay ahead

I can close my eyes and still remember

days when the reckless years of youth

were spent chasing dreams

and life’s disillusions yet unknown

to innocent souls

then I may recall

the tender moments of a life lived

to the full

when I’m in the winter of my life