Far outnumbered
The days I counted, that far outnumbered,
this life I led as the seasons changed
A passing moment beneath a mirror,
of boxwood hedges I'd rearrange
These hours floated, now undefeated,
for everywhere was a landing zone
The many people, some friends and colleagues,
could not defend minutes left alone
I'm not complaining or wishing better,
I look around at the world I grew
From first day worries to final blessings,
old routes I took that somehow are new
There is a reason, I've always pondered,
with thoughts of love and those in my wake
To hope for smiles and lines remembered,
of steps and paths, I would tend to take
So now we hurry with slower paces,
the end is near and the date has come
A lowered pencil on reems of paper
and final words that that will sit undone
I whisper thank you to all who read this,
your dreams are waiting, now don't be slow
For, the days I counted, are far outnumbered,
I bid farewell, it is time to go
Thank you everyone
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