As I stand and of my life take stock
and consider where I am and to where I head
I see the ravages of time measured by the clock
does peace rest me or am I flooded by dread

Like the Book instructed
my life is but a few years
Have I self destructed
or my way paved with tears?

I recall the spring of my life
the purety, the innocence, the love
in my age became aware of the strife
purety flees as on wings of the dove

The struggle through the years
learning right and wrong
wrought hardships and tears
many times lingered long

Through Gods' Word I learn what's right
and how to put behind the pain of life
the wrong decisions at my own hand
and discover where to take my stand

In Autumn years, eyes dim, body weak
know soon I'll slumber in final sleep
Passing from memory and from mind
eventually forgotten in the Mist Of Time.