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 (All rights reserved)