The Passing of Years
High in the sky, the crescent moon
Shines
on from paling night.
In reddening east, sun’s golden orb
Renews the
world with light.
Thus moon to sun gives place, and so
We too
must be content
To let some other soul take on
Our task when we are
spent.
And, growing old, as strength grows less
We
must not let our pride
Prevent the work from being
done
Efficiently-beside.
Another one our God may need
To do what we
could not.
So we must trust Him when he calls
Us to some other
Lot.
Stanley Victor Wilman