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Generations Escorting Me Out
How’d I get to be the old fogie?
I’m left generations behind.
My kids…now my grands
in the rearview mirror
My cousin’s kids having kids
lots of kids
I don’t know them.
New generations escorting me out
eventually and they won’t remember me
But
we must certainly meet in eternity
Wow! A big wow!
I remember filling out the card at church
filling in the box for twenty year olds
surely I’ve made strides
toward the end of life
box
Morbid? Maybe…
Christ my living hope!!
3/17/2023
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Kim Rodrigues
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