In The Eve of A Journey’s End

Lo our days of yore
Past like a wind ablew
As if they never were
O what days we saw
Yon in our days of yore

We danced to music apast
We danced to music anew
Simmering with youthful exuberance
Filled with the passion of age
O how we danced
Yon in our days of yore

Now in my rocking chair
The wind caresses my face
Whistling gentle tunes in my ear
Calling back those days of yore
As the sun sets before me

Images of yore flash in my mind…
Lads dancing in the sun,
Elated to have damsels in hand
As the skies grew red around us
And the moon shone bright on us.
Life was full then,
But never so in the end

We flourished in the beauty of youth,
Hypnotized by the rhythms of the drums
O how I relish in reminisce
Of those days of yore