Age is but a measure
of wisdom and its treasure
and overgrowth and weeds
and how God intercedes.
Time is spent on growing
some wasted and some knowing.
It is a finite measure born to
end in eternal treasure.
Looking forward and looking back
allows us to peer along life's track.
Old, to me, are those past memories.
Young is seeing golden opportunities.
Ageless is the worth of man.
Again we select a worthy plan.
Retirement is a term of grace.
Preferably, not just taking space.
Copyright © Val Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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