"The Coming Spring Days"

When the warm wind caresses my cheek
As I walk slowly through
The spring days of my life
I somehow know that the memory
In these moments
Will never change,
For they are etched forever
As still-life's, in the archives
Of my brain
And so, as I grow older
I am not afraid of my youth
Fading away
Instead,
I am filled with a wonder
At the incredible beauty within
The Loves and the triumphs
That have come, and gone
Are me ~ For me ~ By me
A gift from the patience of time
And the wisdom I have found
From even the tragedy and pain
The magnificence to be found
As I anticipate
The coming of old age
And I marvel at the excitement I feel
At gathering my experiences
And using them to create
The very best man I can be
And perhaps share these things
In unusual ways
With people I Love
Or songs I create
Especially when my heart
Is feeling this way
So overflowing
With the love to be found
In the coming,
Spring
Days....

 

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)