Growing Old With Me

Is it a sadness then that was meant to be,
or a sadness felt for only this temporary moment
that is too focused on despair?

Will this pass into history
or become a greater part of the story
that is seemingly becoming?

If but for a thought of possibility,
of rest and relief,
of blessing and love,
of fullness and purpose,
the answers might make themselves apparent.

For by tendency or trials
this world is drawing itself tired
and growing old with me.