Faith Poem by Richard St. Clair

How did it come to pass that I have grown
To three-score years and twelve, a mystery!
And what do I leave now to history?
More I hope than all these pains (I groan!) .
There is a kind of common wisdom now,
"Too soon old, too late smart" Dad once said,
Quoting an old Chinese man, long since dead:
To what use can I put this insight? How?
Instead I leave my worries to a faith
That came to me my future to assure,
And with it came a thorough karmic cure
Before I turn into a doddering wraith!
Though fading is my life vitality,
I nonetheless yearn for longevity.