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Golden Years

The day's wound down, its course's been run The moon's a reflector, long gone's the bright sun Your offspring transition to destinations far-flung At work your job goes to a much younger one You pack your boxes, put your house up for sale Retirement villages beckon with their 'Holy Grail' You're about to enter your Golden Years Whence all your doubts? Where from your fears?

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Mike Gentile

Date: 8/21/2018 11:06:00 AM

Well stated Gershon! I'm hoping there is another course for me to run and not yet to the "Home" !!!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/21/2018 11:28:00 AM

You and me both my friend! Best wishes, Gershon

Sand Blown

Date: 8/20/2018 11:52:00 PM

well written phrasing..."the moon's a reflector"...everything on this planet is a reflector, we're just a bigger moon

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/21/2018 8:26:00 AM

I like that thought, sand blown. Very poetic! Best wishes, Gershon

Runping Chen

Date: 8/20/2018 10:56:00 PM

The days, the years, the lives are all over there. Like it or not, they are ours for ever. A nice piece!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/21/2018 11:28:00 AM

Thank you for your comments and your support, Runping! Much appreciated. ~ Gershon