RESTING
To all the journeys that I have went
Along life’s hard and weary day,
I’ll drink some wine from memory’s store
And ponder dreams now dust and clay.
I’ll rest my tired and bleary eyes,
My faithful lens of bygone years
Of pain and sorrow, lows and highs,
Of love and loss, of joy and tears.
And as I sit and think and rest,
In pensive thought I realise
I’m of the few that’s truly blessed.
Ancient, but mature and wise.
For most of my old friends are gone
And some are waiting for the bell,
But I will gladly soldier on
To drink more cheer, but not farewell.
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Lovely. this! Many of my sentiments as well. Congratulations on your many books and achievements.
Thank you sincerely. So much appreciated – your kind compliments.