Epilog To Island Hopping

EPILOG to ISLAND HOPPING By JOHN M. ARRIBAS I’ll meet my old fellow travelers soon, any day They may not recognize me now that I’m aged and gray They are still young and vibrant, asking what did we miss? Weddings, children, graduations an endless list The chilling wind, snow on the lawn on a wintry day Smelling the flowers, searching for eggs on a spring day Sitting in the bleachers, lemonade on a sultry summer day The plethora of colors of the leaves on an autumn day You didn’t miss the events that were destined for you Man’s continuing INSANITY stole them all from you