On My 86th Birthday
My 86th Birthday
Another Birthday…another year
They seem to be coming
Much faster I fear!
The Sands of time are flowing
Spring and Summer have run their course
Fall has shed her brilliant leaves
Winter’s fury has no remorse
The years fly by so quickly
The Bird of Youth has flown away
Our springs were squandered blithely
As have our summer’s play
Autumn’s sun is fading
A little more each day
An early frost reminds us
Winter is on the way
Winter is upon us
Ledgers to be read
How can we rewrite the wrongs
And repair them before we’re dead?
Will we look back upon our seasons
Spent with nary a thought
Or know that we were mindful
Of the lessons we were taught
The winter of our birthdays
Should be cherished all the more
For we never know how many
We might have in store
The hands of time keep ticking
Always softly…never bold
One day the bells will ring
Will we be ready when they toll?
Copyright©2014 Beatrice Boyle
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