Joyce, we must have been on the same page lately,
I wrote this poem thinking of yesteryears and I would like to dedicate it you.........for your birthday....
Autumn Of My Life
In the autumn of my life
content in my wisdom
I look back in my summer years
contemplating change that
brought me here
would I do some things different
would I transform whom I've become
would my life have new meaning
If I could go back and eliminate
various outcomes
and even farther still
in my solstice spring
the innocence of
my youth
when time was no matter
approaching adulthood
I hasten to quicken the route
in all these years of times past
I've grown in many ways
every experience
every lesson
has made me who I am
so in the autumn of my life
I don't regret what I haven't done
but I rejoice in what I have
and what is yet to come
Epiphany(C)2001
I wrote this poem thinking of yesteryears and I would like to dedicate it you.........for your birthday....
Autumn Of My Life
In the autumn of my life
content in my wisdom
I look back in my summer years
contemplating change that
brought me here
would I do some things different
would I transform whom I've become
would my life have new meaning
If I could go back and eliminate
various outcomes
and even farther still
in my solstice spring
the innocence of
my youth
when time was no matter
approaching adulthood
I hasten to quicken the route
in all these years of times past
I've grown in many ways
every experience
every lesson
has made me who I am
so in the autumn of my life
I don't regret what I haven't done
but I rejoice in what I have
and what is yet to come
Epiphany(C)2001