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By wordley Date: 2020 May 10 Comment on this Work [[2020.05.10.00.53.22436]] |
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For the Children… It’s only as years pass, that such temporal clarity sought, Gives rise to thanks, and joy that such minds are blessed With the unmitigated desire to join, in union so bought, To alleviate souls and hearts, by age, that are so depressed; This fellowship of grace be given, to assuage those fears And build on this ageing form, a strength of fellowship given A parcel of memories, a joy, a vista of those well lived years, Those times less fraught, or those dismal years so striven; In our dotage we pass forward the wisdom of a life so spent So that experience may point a way, a course to much less fear A path so trodden by us all, that leads to experience lent, The hopeful path to a future bright, a road to an existence more clear; We stand on the edge of our fall, see the past in it’s clarity Can smile at our failings, give voice to our woeful desires, Give credence to all those tales we told, lost in their hilarity Now, even now, as our time reaches down, then retires; We meet our end, as night follows day, and yet we still Cling to those last minutes and hours, so precious their hold Seek to, even now, those packets of minutes and seconds to fill, With our essence, our souls, our stories….to our children, their gold… |