The Future

When I was young the future shown bright ahead,
like a precious jewel held up in the sun.
the mind was swift and the body sure and strong,
straining at the bit the race to be run.

Years pasted as years, with laughter and tears,
no thoughts, worries nor cares had I.
The road seemed so wide and smooth,
the wind in my hair as time went rushing by.

But years grow shorter and the future unsure,
what once was so clear now became a fog.
The strong body now strained to do,
what was once as easy as falling off a log.

The clock ticked, the years past as if a moment,
the race I ran with zest and zeal,
I found to be a narrow path with hills steep.
and all those mistake of my youth I now feel.

As I near the goal and future in close at hand,
though I move on with faltered steps,
there is a warm knowing, growing where I stand.
For where I stand is with my Lord.

Carl A. Gooch ~ 23 June 2009