In the Book of Life

Father Time declared to me

Days of youthful strength would cease to be

As the wisdom of age would now guide me

Through the remaining time that would be

My future time left on this earth

As I near my destination since my birth

And my tattoos would be bodily scars

Memorabilia from life’s many wars

But in the memory of others stored away

Would be fond recollections of my day

Of thoughts of me both happy and sad

And of things I did that were good and bad

Father Time also declared to me

That all that I hoped to be

Was still in the realm of possibility

Awaiting my faith to set them free

For Father Time himself was only a recorder

Of deeds and events for the God of peace and order

All events of both joy and strife

To be written in the book of life

H. Wilson