The Age of Blue Skies

Gray hairs on my pillow

gray hairs on my chest.

When did I get older?

When did I fail life‘s test?

To stay young and beautiful

so strong and so lean.

And oh so very handsome...

when did life become so Mean?

Our bones have become brittle

our hair white and silver.

Our eyes have slowly darkened

and our memories have begun to wither.

We’ve written stories of climbing mountains and soaring through the skies.

You can never take away all the wondrous things, that we did collect as our prize.

Play with us oh God of time

and God of age.

We have seen your very best

and now it’s time to turn the next page.

Our time here comes to an end

but this will never be.

It’s just another chapter in our life

that we go on living

as our souls are set Free!

So, No more Gray hairs on our pillows

because everything is once again new. We look up to look to the sky and like a child we wonder...

“Why is it so Blue!”

SCHARE6969 8/5/2021