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Twilight's Reflection's
A Tribute To" Mr. G"
By: Tom Wright
5/29/99

In life's twilight, your youth, having long been spent.
I've observed you pass the hours, reading western novels,
visiting with friends who drop in or phone,
and reflecting to those times long ago, before your back was bent
and children moved away.
To a time when others were dependent upon you
and possibly giving you feelings of greater importance.
But then, this was many Surgeries and miles of Ace bandages ago--
Before your steps slowed and a cane became a part of your daily attire.
"Mr. G", be thankful that God, has blessed you with sound mind
to recall memories of older friends and loved ones,  though most are now gone.
Through flashbacks, You can relive a life spent with Sister Helen,
your garden, and your fishing trips.
You've said many times, "Oh how she loved to fish".
Maybe you reflect back to times when you felt more important?
Or at least you were made to feel that way by friends and associates.
Perhaps that was before your mature years.
But maybe you should think of current times,
of the changes seen and lessons learned in your ninety five years.
The lessons, that often you paid an enormous price to learn, you give away.
Of the things that only few know, have seen, and remain to speak of.
Of the tracks you have made in your life and once more you should see,
You are still important!!  In closing, I, [Tom] am persuaded.
That nothing really matters, that all is vanity.
For all that I have accomplished, or will accomplish in this life,
will be as filthy rags in the sight of God.
My casket will not be equipped with saddlebags.
I arrived at this party with nothing and will leave the same way.
The life I live in Christ, and the treatment of my fellow man,
are the things that matter.
These alone, will stand the test of fire.
God speed
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