I have reached that golden age worth noting
That I am now in a significant minority
Where my opinion is seldom worth quoting,
Even though I’ll soon be a fragment of history.
I’ve spent a lifetime trying to solve problems
Most of which were too big for me to handle,
I’m leaving behind some systems and albums
But your generation must light a fresh candle.
Mistakes I bequeath, too many to mention,
Poor choices, decisions, and wrong paths I’ve taken
Though none were plainly my good intention,
Too many times I was dead wrong, sorely mistaken.
So, I implore you, don’t blame me for all your ills
I had my share from the previous generation,
I did my best to mop up their miserable spills
Thought I’d leave you with some good information.
Someday, when you are near the end of your journey,
And you are waxing nostalgic for days of your past
Remember when they load you on that gurney
This lifetime just went entirely too darn fast!
written December 13, 2021
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