Golden is My Destiny

I was born in the summer of thirty-eight

And now comes calling sixty-eight,

The bones less strong but joy is there

In a heart that still would contemplate.

I watch the world in its frenzied round

The schisms that pin us to the ground

The hatreds that serve as our daily fare

The creeds and the dogmas to which we are bound.

I review the decades as they drift by

Observe the years as they seem to fly,

Full grief and loss I have had to bear

But golden is my destiny.