Mortality

Getting older, mortality is questioned. Never knowing how long is left. Has enough been done thats right? Has everything tried been done to the best? Doubts and regrets sometimes cloud the vision. Sometimes judgments given carry there weights. The path taken may not always have been right, Maybe time has changed and made the road better. Maybe those looking into memories will remember, The colorful child of long past with kindness and love. For it is time to remember the effort made and forgive. The smile and flamboyant youth may be fading, not dead. Maybe somewhere in the passing from this world, Colors effervescent will bring back the warmth once held. For all have unique roads to travel, challenges to meet. All one can ask is to have left there hues of heart behind. Getting older, mortality is questioned. Never knowing how long is left. Has enough been done that's right? Has everything tried been done to the best? DOREEN CYR OCTOBER 17