There was a day in the springtime of my life,
The world seemed at my feet; the future looked so bright;
Expectations ever growing, like a stream kept flowing on;
How little did I realize the spring would soon be gone.
Then the golden day of summer life came bursting on my soul;
With all its joys, first love, and dreams, I had reached my goal;
But almost overnight there came the visions in my head,
The glory day was over; my summer life had fled.
The autumn day came quickly, with its charm and changing scenes,
But I find that all I have left are those spring and summer dreams;
Yet, as I recall the mercies and blessings way back then,
I’m thankful for this memory bank that makes them mine again.
Soon the winter day of life will come, with bitter snow and cold;
Most think that this prefigures the end of growing old,
But in my heart I hear a voice that says, “You’re not alone”;
The very best is yet to come; you’ll soon be going home.
Now as I review the journey down the avenue of time,
I see a plan unfolded that surely wasn’t mine;
But when the circle is completed, the Friend I long have known
Will take me by the hand and whisper, “Time for going home.”
Ken Mackenzie (Lombardy, Ontario, Canada)