The Days of Youth

How I long for childhood days of the past,

When simple fancies filled my youthful head

But those summer days, so short did they last

Now just the wintry paths are left to tread.

My time now is filled with nothing but fears,

Of money to earn, and of food to eat

And how to while away these tiresome years

Until, at last, with my Maker I meet.

My heart aches to feel the sun yet again,

To sense its rays bathe my unworthy face

To escape from this world riddled with men,

To one plagued with nothing but infinite Grace.

I pray that my time in this world flows fast

To live once more childhood days that have passed.