The time will come when
Not the strength of my arms or tools
Keeps my world alive
But the fruits from the seeds I sowed
In the garden I was given
The time will come when
Understanding is my trusted guide
And I follow the path it shows
Not questioning the hills and curves
To places I would never expect
The time will come when
My weak and shaking hands
Craft the best creations of my life
With skills learned over so much time
Memories have faded into the mist
The time will come when
I might open my eyes and realize
I have built a fortress for myself
Instead of bridges for others
And can’t remember the reason why
The time will come when
Smiles that are never seen
And words that are never heard
Become the strong canvas I need
To paint the meaning of my life
The time will come when
I hear the voices from the past
And see where life is taking me
Yes, the time will come
I hope it’s not too late