The Pathway 
(aging)

Doors are closing behind me
That I may never open again.
Walls are being built so high
That I can't get over them.

I can't go back to the place in time
That I loved so, yesterday.
One by one, companions fade
And I walk a lonely way.

My pathway, now, lies in a forest of fog.
There seems to be no sunlight here.
But, I must go on. My failing eyes
Search a future, bleak and drear.

Like vertigo all around me...
Is it coming to dawn or to dusk?
I reach, while I'm filled with questions,
For the One Hand I can trust.

Soon, oh soon, the fog will be lifted
And Light much brighter than day
Will surround, illumine and comfort me;
If I only hold on to the Way.

There, my sorrow will all be forgotten
And my happy heart will soar!
The deep and troubling questions
Will be answered forevermore.

©Joan Clifton Costner