One day I awoke and was sixty-two; going on sixty-three.
I asked God in Heaven to answer a question; how this did happen to me.
I was always meant to be young and virile; self-assured, courageous and bold.
Alas I blinked my eyes; it seems one day and suddenly realized I was old.
My youth was something I would maintain forever and I thought I knew I would never relent
Suddenly I know that youth is a temporary part of my life for before long it is sorely spent.
I have learned to accept my life as it is for what I had was a wonder to live.
Today it is even more wonderful for my family has grown and I now I know I was meant to give.
Give what? You may ask. I will tell you. I have passed on to my children my youth.
Today I realize that this was always my calling and a wonderful joy and that is the truth.
Where did my youth go? This you may ask and I will gladly answer with gratitude.
My youth was given to my own offspring and is being transferred to theirs thus we; none of us will live in solitude.
Life is all about giving
That is our reason for living.
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just also in response to Karen Lynn..
there are plenty of schools who still have prayer.. I live in Australia and their are numerous schools near me who still practice religion as such. And those who dont? well times have changed.. we (youth) are very much a different generation and see the here and now.. we are wiser, more aware, and a more equal in terms of sex and race than before, and yes its true we are no longer dictated primarily by religion. to each his own :)
p.s. sorry if this sounds a bit rude.. just im writing a huge assignment on youth today lol so im kinda in the opinionated mood!
It is better to give than to receive; and it is in giving that we are born to eternal life.
To be young, again, would be great. I am glad to be *this* age. It's rather fun being old and wise. Not sure about the wise, but old for sure.
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D