Twilight of My Life
I’m seventy years old; the sun sinks low
though on my life’s horizon I can see
it’s not sunk yet. I still can see its glow,
but oh, my dawn of youth, how it did flee.
I’d married young and started my career,
along with having two kids early on.
Few were the clouds I saw then year to year
as I had bade farewell to youth’s sweet dawn.
I think back to my many sunny days.
More ups than downs and still I had my dreams.
Then came age forty: empty nesting phase.
Life isn’t always sunshine and moon beams.
Gray storm clouds gathered, and I learned that pain
destroys one’s dreams because my middle age
brought strange new clouds and unrelenting rain.
The silver lining was that I grew sage.
The chronic agony that I’ve endured
right up till now has given me insight.
I’ve learned one’s hopes are not always assured
as one gets old and closer grows the night.
I’d always hoped my earth life would be long,
but that was in my youth. Times now are strange.
I once was very active, fit and strong.
But now I know how quickly things can change.
More empathy for others I have learned.
For all my blessing, I feel gratitude
and with possessions I’m much less concerned.
More joy I find in friendships I’ve accrued.
Will twilight time pass quickly? I know not.
But death I do not fear much any more.
May those I’ve loved and lost have saved a spot
when I arrive to knock on heaven’s door.
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