Of Youth and Time

Young youth is gone

and leaves me standing

in the spot of life

where Dad stood

when I entered

youngest youth.

Now being here

and where he was,

I see

that he

is further on

and in the part of life

where, when I reach

that part

where he is standing now,

he’ll be

to where life’s sand

runs thin

and bids to other things.

Youth was so short ago,

and when I think

that that much time again

will put me in my father’s place,

I see

how short the span of life

must really be.

And though

I envy youth’s hour gone,

I know

that after aging days,

new youth will come again—

And Dad and I

Will stand together in the time.