OUTLOOK FOR LIFE

I shall grow old perhaps, but not today.

Not while my hopes are young and my spirit strong.

My vision clear because life has a way of

Smoothing out the wrinkles with a song.

I shall grow old perhaps  but not today.

Not while my dreams remain a shining shield

My faith a lance and ‘neath sky of gray.

My colors wave upon the battle field.

I shall grow old perhaps but not today.

Not while this pen can write upon a page

Not while these fingers can type upon a keyboard.

And memories turn winter into May

Shall this stout heart be brought to terms.

I shall grow old perhaps and scorning time.

Who would enlist my tears

I stand convicted there is no better way

Of occupying the coming years

I shall grow old perhaps but not today

In my own style and in my own sweet time.

No night so dark there does not fall.

A ray of light along the pathway that I climb.

Just say of me when my last hour

Slips like one bright leaf

To softly rest among the others.

Life was summer to the heart.

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This beautiful was written by Grace Irene Lewis Life.