Our Time.....

When we were
Young
And dreamers
We imagined
No end
Only beginnings.

And when they
Came we
Lived them
Day by day
Believing that
Our time would
Never end.

And now I
Wonder what
Was the dream?
To live in health
And for so long?

To have worked
And thought, to
Find the narrative
In fragments
Of truth?

Or just to
Wake, to fill
The hours with
Query, with wonder,
Then to sleep again
'Til morn?

We lived that
Dream - perhaps
Not that one of
Youth, but
One of time and
Chance.

And no, we are
Not done
Not yet,
Only in search
Of the dream
To come.