When the years
	Have flown,
	How will we
	Have grown?
	Will we have leaped
	To touch the stars,
	Felt sea-spray
	Sting our scars?
	Will our feet
	Recall at all
	Sweet paths we trod,
	Steep trails never scaled?
	Will life's wine
	Linger on our lips,
	As through our arms
	Life's living slips?
	When we turn old,
	Will've we been bold?

April 1978

© Fred O'Bryant. All rights reserved.

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