Saving grace

Who knows the course
Of yesterday – 
Or what the future holds

I know – but please
Don’t ask me how - 
My time cannot grow old

Who knows how long
The song you sing - 
Of life with windswept tears

I know - but please
Don't ask me how - 
I've lived out all my years

And when my hand 
Becomes a glove - 
And fingers interlace

Our life – once lived
Will re-invent -
And be my saving grace.