In My Latter Years

In my latter years I spend much time reflecting ( a figure- of-speech, of course; for there is little sheen left to the skin for light to beam back: and far too many wrinkles to recall a satisfying image)--but I digress: as I was saying, a survey of the paths I have taken, and my fellow sojourners met along the way, occupy much of my time – So little seems important now...the wonder of them all escapes me: what I have collected and discarded, probably having overlooked the best – especially those dear casual relationships I took for granted, my charm to acquire many as needed. If there is indeed a God to meet in the near future, I pray he has a more favorable opinion of me – and if not...perhaps will cut me some slack for a sincere attempt at honesty….