Think like a poet

Eighty years toward my sunset I’ve trudged this dusty track
Eighty years of blood and tears and sweat, with no way of getting back
Cos I’ve got to keep on moving towards my setting sun
And the hills ahead are proving, there’s more walking to be done

Up ahead it’s much too dark to see what’s hidden on life’s track
Yet the things I’ve left behind me seem so clear when looking back
I’ve done things that filled my heart with joy and things that caused me pain
Along the track, I’ve sired a girl and boy and I’d do it all again

A woman walks here by my side we’ve been together all these years
At fourteen she swore she’d be my bride and share my joys and tears
She lit the pathways that I’ve trod in this world so dark and deep
And if there’s one thing that I’d ask my God, “This angel woman let me keep”

For she will lay me down to rest where the sweetest blossoms fall
And I know, beyond this sunset, someday I’ll hear her call
Then once again I’ll stand here by her side when that new day has begun
And hand and hand I’ll wander with my bride toward another setting sun. The Anointed