Written in 2007
My chariot of life draws swiftly on
In passing through the land of time,
On past the many seasons, stretching years.
The joyful times, dressed grand and fine,
And sad, in sober hues, all lie behind.
The road ahead lies hid in quiet fog.
I cannot see the road and yet
My horse’s hooves upon the beaten path
Methodically plod on through wet
And dry, my only thought a lazy fret:
So wrapped in rainy time that I forget I am
The beneficiary of pain,
I wish to spur the horse a bit
This chilly day, and in some sunnier lane,
By warmth of summer soothed,
Draw back the rein.