Longing

by Connie Prestianni, Valley Stream, NY

When will the longing end?
When will it go away?
It sneaks in with nostalgia,
At the end of a winter day.

Yearning for times long gone,
For people that I knew
Even though my life is sweet,
Longing worms it's way right through.

The times that never more can be,
That unrequited love,
The places that I'll never see,
I ask the Lord above

Please change the longing to gratitude
For a long and healthy run.
And remind me of my blessings,
Until my days are done.