Reflections of Life
The morning mirror shows my aging eyes;
a dim reflection of what used to be.
With woeful trepidation I surmise
that I’m approaching final destiny.
As time’s relentless ticking marches by,
I start to think about that fateful day;
my presence here will bid a fond goodbye,
but will my memory be here to stay.
Will future generations know my name,
or will I be someone that time forgot;
I worry, did I live without acclaim,
and then I’m tempered by this final thought…
long past the day these weary bones have gone,
my humble poetry will still live on.
September 19, 2019
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2019
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