In Whose Arms
In whose arms shall we grow old?
Who shall share our sorrows and our joys?
Who shall we trust enough to make us bold
To tell our secret timid thoughts and hold
Us close in the late evening and the early morning hours
With whose eyes shall we share the wonders of the day,
The sudden thrill that greets a new discovery;
A field of flowers or the scent of new-mown hay?
Who shall guide us at the branching of the way
and bring us home to safe familiar security?
Who shall be there when the world is full of fears?
Who knows us better than we know ourselves;
Who understands the reasons for our tears?
In whose arms shall the passing of the years
seem like the crowning beauty of our lives?
I would not leave you though the world demand;
For I shall love you and the world be damned;
If miles and family remove you from my hand
I'll love you still and wait and try to understand.
Kim Helen James
3 June 2006
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