When I Am Old

By C. David Hay © 2015

Online November, 2015

When I am old and weary
And my hair has gone to gray
I'll consider it a blessing
If God gifts another day.

I hope to use the given time
Before my life is through
To try and make amends
For some things I didn't do.

The letter never written,
The tears I cause to flow,
The debt that went unpaid
On the love I didn't show.

The road that went untraveled,
The friendship left to fade,
The deeds of goodness missed
From the effort never made.

When I am old - may I be consoled,
If peers reflect to say;
I left the world a better place
Because I passed this way.