My Flight

I may be the eldest
On this plane
The one with the longest history
In both Sun and Rain

As I look upon silver cubed panelled wings
My heart sings

For the home I left
And to the one I arrive
Abode hearts
To which I strive
To teach and model
Grace and Love
To reflect the kindness
Of the God above

For though I am the eldest
I think my remaining days
Will be many
But if they are not
I have been happy with little
Yet
Gifted with plenty

A turbulent shift
Awakes even the young
To mortality
A chuckle floats
Through my loose front teeth
An old man still has
A boyhood joy

Flying to seeing my grandsons
Ain't that sweet
Can't wait to play
With those plastic toys