Too late I rise to see the dawn
of new days when peace is praised;
when all may love, and loving live;
favored by children who long to give
new ways of seeing, doing and being.
We aged can only live on faith
that youth will find a way through
the messy world we leave behind,
and accept our fervent hope
that one day they may forgive
those who refused to awaken
to what the world could be
if it had embraced love
and respect for all humanity.
Days grow shorter, faster,
sooner to see sleep arrive
and dreams of years of work gone by
to create the space for family to thrive.
Touch remains with soft words of praise
for children and grandchildren
who have learned my ways.
I am satisfied.
annarino writes 