Reflection
Life has a way of passing quickly
before we know it time has flown
we have unknowingly grown old
when we still feel young at heart
but our hair has gotten grey
our skin has begun to wrinkle
our thoughts on life become
reflective....
on what we should have done
what we should not have done
each day becomes a blessing
time spent with family
memories we try to make
while we are still here on earth
creating a positive outlook
upbeat....
yet sadness creeps into us
for we realize time is short
and we are getting older
life and death and yes taxes
will have to be paid
full filled....
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2025
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