I long for strength as creeping age
Keeps signaling tomorrow’s way
Of changing scenes; the present stage
On which I consciously must play
Is yet alive, while I must strive
To memorize my lines today.
I fear not age, but Time’s neglect
Of my own body’s freedom sweet,
Yet move free-willed and circumspect
With purpose Time couldn’t defeat,
Beyond, the snow would somehow show
A path to guide my faltering feet.
And if I should reminisce, speak
Sometimes of happenings in the past
When spring of youth was at its peak
And Time seemed not to pass as fast,
Think not of me as one to be
Approaching wintry age at last.
For down the stretch between extremes
Of seasons that must ever change,
Fond memories like pleasant dreams
Illuminate life’s gloomier range —
A light in that foreboding night
Of solitude so downright strange!