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...