I’ve threaded the needle once or twice
And paid the price for my sacrifice
But now old age has tempered me
I’m not the man I used to be
When I was younger, or so it seemed
I still had strength and hopeful dreams
With youthful promise I fought for love
Reached for the heaven and stars above
Countless days lost in desire
Lived to set the world on fire
But now my time has much diminished
Where once I started, now I’m finished
Youthful dreams now mock my nights
I awaken drenched in winter lights
My life now unfolds in finite measure
Robbed of all the things I treasure
The circle of life has run its course
And to this point I reinforce
Don’t let waste each given day
For all too soon we fade away
True story Dennis. True story. Hope you’ve enjoyed the Canadian East travels thus far.
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So far, so beautiful!
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a wonderful description of the cycle of life. so true….. 🙂
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Too true!
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