Eve of Life

In the eve of life one finds a place to shelter in the human race. A race one ran, and maybe won, or lost, and cried and had some fun. But still, a place where all must pause and contemplate, what was the cause for reaching here the way we are, counting blessings and each scar. But as we pause life still goes on more races still wait to be won. Although experience will help by now just moving makes us yelp. But move we must, new challenge take or what we've won we will forsake. For only grimly hanging in will help us live again to win. And win we must for our souls sake for what we've won, in death we'll take, and also leave for those to share who helped us with their loving care. For what we are and what we do will forever still shine through in those we touched along the way .........our heritage is here to stay. Ivor G Davies