My mind drifts, floating comfortably
on a warm sea of memory.
Lulled by pleasant thoughts
of friends past and present,
I dream contentedly
of what the future holds.

What the future holds,
I cannot change,
for not possessing the gift
of crystal ball, nor that of seer,
I must trust the inevitable
to smile kindly,
not asking of me
things I consider impossible.

Come slowly Future,
let me savour each moment
lengthened to a year,
I would not choose to leave
Earth's beauties unseen,
bless me with healthy longevity
that I may rejoice in the beauty
of each place every moment,
and above all the delight
of sincere friendship.

J.M. Lewis May 2006