Tabletop Of Memories

Over tabletop of memories
of my youth  
rainbows had whistles  
over trestles  
old poets had songs  
in a sea of nights
and I said my prayers
 
Now the tabletop is gone
and my hair is white
rainbows still have whistles
but there are storms on the streets  
and many have lost their ways
but I still say my prayers
to the man upstairs