Jack 88
You can live your life believing all will end well
However, where we end up we can’t really foretell
Expectantly looking forward, to a time of warm peaceful bliss
But if continually knocked down, would golden really be like this
That so called period of the golden years
Sometimes easily drifts away in darkness and tears
Copyright © Tony Bowkis | Year Posted 2024
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