Where, Oh Where, Have My Youthful Days Gone?
By Carol J. Stevenson
Where, oh where, have my youthful days gone?
From my conception to current didn't take long.
The journey eventful, the path uphill and down -
A smile on my face, sometimes a frown.
The time now to focus on memories of joys -
Laughter the best medicine to cover aches' noise.
So what to do with my earthly remains -
Be buried in dirt or spread o'er the plains.
So what to do when the bells toll for me?
A home has been prepared already, you see.
Like a vine ripened pea in the covering of the pod -
I will have shelled out and gone home to God.
