More Clearly Now Poem by John Yaws

I think with age the things I saw
Grow clearer in my mind.
I see through mists, things then unseen-
New beauty now I find.

The hawk against a cloudless sky
The quick flight of a deer.
The falling stars I've watched at night-
Which seemed so very near.

And people? Ah, a fickle lot
I see it in myself.
The miles and years flew swiftly by
And stole my youth and health.

Moments savored long ago-
I taste from time to time.
And how we parted matters not-
The memory's still sublime.

The Painted Desert, ruddy hued-
I have it still within.
Sometimes it helps to set my mood,
An old and trusted friend.

My saddle partners, some long dead-
Still gather round at night.
Indeed I see things clearer now-
My memory's my delight.