UPON YOUR WINGS

Don’t carry me upon your wings…

Oh, time, as you pass by.

Just leave me here in autumn days,

For winter now is nigh.

Stand still and let the sun to shine

Upon this weary soul…

For it is soon, that you’ll return,

As time does not console.

Slow your pace so I may sprint

Along for just awhile,

And when I say, I’ve had enough,

Then you can add a mile.

Acceptance...it may come in time…

But not in me today;

For aging is, to me, you see,

A slowly grown decay.

Don’t carry me upon your wings…

Oh, time, as you pass by,

And I won’t have to mourn my youth

And you won’t see me cry.