Nine Decades Past
Who would have thought nine decades past
We'd be the ones who would outlast
Our peers and friends, sand-piled days,
And meet once more as we give praise.Our roads diverge again my friend,
As now your life comes to its end;
These days are less contented ones
Than when we met when we were young –The roads back then, of gravel laid;
The sidewalks were of timber made;
Deliveries of our milk and ice,
With horse, each week came once or twice –We watched them lay the cornerstone
On this big church where now alone
We come to bid farewell and see
Another pass, lone leaving me.As now I look around this world
With all its changes, noise, and swirl;
I look ahead, more friends up there
Than here below, your pew now bare.I'll not be long, good friend of mine,
As from our lives pass sands of time;
Someday quite soon, we'll meet again
Freed from restraints which hold tight rein.navigation