Plodding through life
The comfort is knowing
Not where you have been
Rather where you are going.
Time slips by at a terrible pace,
So how do we prepare
For mortality’s race?
Reviewing the last three score
And seven years, I search for
The smiles and suffer the tears.
There are painful memories of
All those issues in the past,
Now the humor is in what
The future has cast
Before I arrive at destiny’s gate,
I must concentrate now
On reaching sixty-eight
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