If you ever see me again
please don't be surprised
don't be fooled by my shaking hands
the weariness in my eyes.
My awkward limp is but an illusion
a trick of your failing sight.
The wrinkles and scars will disappear
in that blessed twilight.
So let me hold my head up high,
keep me young in your mind.
let your memories be charitable
let them tell you lies.
I hope we didn't waste the years
pray that we didn't waste our tears.
May time be kind to our lost souls
and bring us eternal cheer.
