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.

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