Standing watch… No fear,
No trepidation for the passing years.
Could not stop them anyway,
Would not even if I could.
Weary and yet satisfied,
Sliding into destinies to
Meet the gloaming eye to eye,
Riding high on memories.
Seems like only yesterday when
Nimble youth was much engaged.
How delightful are the smiles
That greet me as I reminisce.
Happy to have come this far,
Hopeful to go farther still.
Helpful the experience
Accumulated on the way.
Now that twilight dips its head
To touch the tops of tireless trees
I lift up a silent prayer,
Thankful for the gifts received.
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