Tuesday, July 21, 2009

67 & 68

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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