Too Cold
Too cold this winter
of my senior years,
I played my part in this vale of tears
the onslaught of older age
quickly close the curtain of this stage
for every escapade and experience
of youth and foolish dabbling and interference;
now so much wiser
or is it just an elder in life's analyzer,
I look back in a smile at the days of old
when I was braver and much bolder,
today the winter chilled with cold and snow
makes me grateful for all I've seen and known;
but as the winter grows gray and dark
the fading embers that once sparked
are thankful to pass on the fire
to mold the future with hope and desire
as new generations take on the torch
I pray history's lessons and enlightenment be their source.
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