I’m looking through the window glass
Observing as my life rolls past
Still wondering where I have been
Or if I’ll pass this way again ?
How strange is life when one is young
And from the heart, love’s song is sung
The words still echo on my ear
They bring me calm and soothe my fear.
Be kind dear Lord, now that tis o’er
Too soon I’ll knock on Your front door !
Claire V. Bogdanos 