There is a knocking on the gate
Is this the Someone I await
I keep expecting Him to call
The time has flown, tis after fall !
The leaves are gone, impatient they
It seems they too have missed the day
Perhaps another took my place
It’s not such youth I shall embrace.
Oh tell me Sir, why am I here
Unlike the young, I have no fear
But You and I have much to share
Because I know You really care !
Claire V. Bogdanos 