My eyes are closed
They think I sleep
But in my head
My thoughts I keep
Thoughts and memories
So rich, so sweet
When in my youth
They were complete
But now the fragments
With such finesse
Begin to form
And coalesce
Because of age
I now have time
To drift and think
To render sublime
The love, the life
That was my own
The hard and sad
I do not bemoan
But understand
At this late age
What I have learned
Upon my stage
I held the reins
I steered my course
I cannot blame
For my remorse
It taught me well
I’ve sense to see
That the truth of life
Was there in me