The Fourth Quarter
The Fourth Quarter
Here in the fourth quarter
When time seems to
Press the pedal to the
Floor and years rush by
Like birds migrating south
In a rush to escape harsh
Winters and cold winds
I often take a moment to
Reflect on the joy in my life
A lucky man with children and
Grandchildren wonderful and
Healthy in mind, body and spirit
But my luck doesn’t end there
My friends are of the kind I
Make sure to have with me
As my journey unfolds
Down this path or the next
They are like old, worn jeans
Soft and exquisitely comfortable
Some for sixty years or more and
Our chosen family expands and
Contracts with births and deaths
Like any other, but this one is MINE
It’s the one I celebrate life with
We boogie to the music together
Party at each other’s homes
Love up each other's kiddos and
Choose many life adventures
As a group undertaking
What a blessing to have had them
At my side for all these years
Always sure they had my back
As they all knew I had theirs
So the fourth quarter is filled
With love, fun and we always
Let the good times roll...
Copyright © Art Fasbender | Year Posted 2019
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