Song of Life (Original Version)
I do not wake the way I used to wake,
With sunshine stretching far;
And all fulfilling time for me to take.
I wake up in the middle of the night;
And gripped by night,
I look, and love the light of every star.
Time is not a band wrapped around my wrist;
Time is not a paper hanging on my wall.
Time is what I have for too long missed.
But now I want to hold and feel and taste it all.
"Take no thought for the morrow," said Jesus.
Yea, verily, verily, verily, verily.
Why should I? All I have for sure is now, today.
The present is bright; but it is a fading gleam.
My memory sings, with sweet sad wisdom to say:
A fragment from a childhood song, warning me--
Making me feel myself fade in eternity:
"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily;
Life is but a dream."
--PoetWithCancer
aka Mr. Poet
aka M.L.P.
Written on Thursday, July 16, 2009 1:23 PM
Copyright (C) 2009 by M.L.P.
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