What I Miss

I wonder...now,
When I am gone.
And the grandchildren,
Are coming on.

What will they do,
That I let go?
What goals will they have,
That I didn't know?

What wonders will there be,
Discovered by then?
What skills of the mind,
Will make masters of men?

Will I be called-ancient,
And my ways not persued?
Will my vision of heaven,
Be thought of as crude?

O Tell Me...Oh tell me,
When I've gone away.
Will the dreams of tomorrow,
Rise above earth's decay?


E.P. 1908 - 1989