How i long for times,
far away in youthful rhymes.
To see things in an optimistic light,
when dour shapes should soon take flight.
Those are days of hope-filled smiles
separated from loathsome defiles.
Laughter is the tone of the day
ushering sadness far, far away.
I dreamed about a these times of grace
with tears no longer on my face
and with reason and joyful vow
in Jesus those times are really now.
(c) rick stassi 2017