In the evening of my day
As the sun sinks in my sky
Sweet memories I can relay
As time has quickly passed me by
Pleasures that can now be found
Not in frantic hot persuit.
Feet planted safely on the gound
I contemplate a more tranquil route
A smile there's joy apon my face
As I watch the world fly past
I've finished it, I've run my race
I nail my colours to the mast
Colours of a softer hue
A time of peaceful reflection
No longer worry what I say or do
Bask in sweet delection
Not striving for' forever young'
This is my pot of gold
The stress of life and work now gone
Enjoying now before I'm really old
Mortality we all must face
Fruit will rot and fall from the tree
A marathon or short run race
Ripe old age? What will be will be
I conclude I'm at my best
Three score and ten, I'm in my prime
To live and laugh 'till my final rest
And my sun sets when it is my time
Well done Keith. Considering the relentless nature of PD, it’s nice to see someone so content.
Lovely, I really enjoyed this.
Are you suggesting we should grow old gracefully? :-)
Beautiful.
Another well expressed contemplative train of thought. If delection isn't a word, it certainly should be!