THERE COMES A TIME

THERE COMES A TIME

There comes a time when aged hands
Can no longer lift the pen;
When words don't come easily
And all too soon are lost again.

There comes a time when aging eyes
Are dimmed by life and tears;
Soon to close forever more
Upon the memories of years.

There comes a time when a heart
Forgets to beat as it should;
Perchance the heart is broken
And it is turned to stone or wood.

There comes a time when music
Does not stir the dancing feet
And the melody drifts away
As life becomes complete.

Today my hand still lifts a pen,
My eyes see the miracle of living;
My heart beats with a passion
While the feet dance in giving.

I hope that when there comes a time
When all is said and done -
That I have lived the best I could
With compassion for everyone.

Life has its own magic,
Its own reason and rhyme -
I understand completely that
Indeed, there comes a time.

Countrymom
4/25/03

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