When I Get Old

I often wonder what I’ll remember
as the calendar creeps toward life’s December.
Will I still know beauty’s first glance
her cheek against mine as we danced our first dance?

When I get old.

Will I, at last, lay my regrets to rest?
Is grateful enough for this life so blessed?
Will my faith remain strong?
Will I right all my wrongs?

When I get old.

I’ll stand on the shore staring out at the sea
on the edge of an unfolding mystery.
All that will matter is what I believed
the love I gave and the love I received.

~ Curt Harding