By Gerald Cowan
My spring of youth has come and gone.
It will not come again.
The strength of summer did not last.
‘Twas short and sweet, but then
It went away like dew on flow’rs
Warmed by the rising sun,
Or like the light of day will go
When evening has begun.
A renewed urgency I feel
Since autumn came to call.
Unless I find new energy,
Autumn may be my fall.
My blood is thin. Can I withstand
The stress of winter’s cold
When stumbling ways give evidence
That one is growing old?
Accept each season, like each stage
Of life, when it arrives.
The heav’n of God is yet to be,
In that our hope survives.
My spring will never come again.
My summer went away.
When fall and winter too have passed
Comes God’s eternal day.