Three score and ten
Round the next bend
Best pick up a pen
Against lies to fend
Truth told, raw
Good, bad, all
What you saw
Ere your call
The body slow
Mind, spirit too
Vice, virtue show
Sins, denied to rue
Karmic debt unpaid
So little time, left
To fast track the said
The burden to heft
Cultivate body, mind
Transform the spirit
To cosmic laws aligned
Ill health at last, quit
Beginnings. In-between. Endings
Distances between penetration and penetration
is but a brief moment towards creation of life.
Life exists within its warm protective watery universe.
A window opens, life sees first light of day through a gap.
This Holy of Holy’s vessel is capable of nurturing
or it relinquishes, letting Nature take the helm, to guide.
A journey that takes years, decades, three score and ten,
creating a personality, a character worthy or not.
That life traversed this plane carrying, living its history,
then a door closes on this known universe and opens,
opens up into another dimension, another reality,
a reality that will last for eons, for all eternity.
Or will it ???
B. J. “A ” 2
January 5th, 2024
How gentle the thorns of time
Pierced and dripping we are
From within, fragile the skin
In the bracken bush hidden
Akin, to the daggers, of Julius
behind opaque Curtains and veils backdropped On life,s stage plays ,
of maybe three score and ten.
"mor dyner y drain"
Having lived nearly three score and ten
these years have known of evidence royal
for all my days Queen Elizabeth II reigned
now passed to glory her majesty so loyal
Looking back on these memorable years
so much to be thankful and very glad
having watched the coronation on tv
great memories to recall when I was a lad
This royal reign brought stability upfront
despite many ups and downs through the years
the Queen was faithful to her high duty
a people's inspiration amidst our fears
The commonwealth increased in unity
drawing great strength from each other
so many both young and old so inspired
were constantly renewed to go even further
Her Majesty was a lady of faith
belief in God so personally true
here is evidence of the values of royalty
those that deny all this have no clue!
Read Only File
2/22/22
Miracle Man
Each day I add to my read only file,
as time breathes my present to past.
Many things there warrant a smile,
But many names and faces are glassed.
Entries made there cannot be changed,
though password is stored in my brain.
Stories told, have seen facts rearranged,
and sometimes, inadvertently, I may feign.
Others know some because they had a place,
some know little unless I opt to share.
My long past is but by a loving God’s grace,
I’ve had three score and ten and thirteen to spare.
“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.”
–Alice Morse Earle
Oh known terror!!
You've made man look so full of error
Man's end, less three score and ten
The wise tortoise watch and learn
Forbidden to hug friends from hood
Face covered even on happy mood
It's truely a terror, cause the world speaks of it
More to come,even more than we can eat
We all thought it will end in one
Rather more to come science warn
Some foresaw it but only pray
Imagine me dinning on vaccine tray
Oh known terror
Can you let me shake my old friend fear-free?
Written by:
Emmanuel Ejim
16/01/2022
As a tree outlives a flower,
A blade of grass, a red, red rose,
I guess it will not be too long
Before my eyes are closed
And life was something of my past
I’d lived these many, many years,
Three score and ten and eight 'til now -
Through laughter, joys and tears.
For some tomorrow, I will be
No longer conscious to this life
When all my energy is drained
And I have no more strife.
In years to come, a hundred or
A thousand strong or many more,
Who will remember I lived now,
This side of my death’s door?
W.C.Hull © 2014-29-9-854 (E)
Here I am nearly reached three score and ten
life has passed on through my years
it's been eventful that's certain for sure
but have survived it with no tears
Nerves have ruled most of my life
been a battle but won some of them
strangers approaching makes you frizz
but learn to adapt so feel a gem
So often felt not the real thing
not quite the normal guy such a tongue
words were never my strong point
struggle was my word even when I was young
But you adapt finding strength to win
despite the struggles, you get there somehow
been always in a job for worked 44 years
now enjoy retirement fully free now
Standing where I am in truth
pleased to have reached this place
looking back seeing God's hand on me
feel privileged to achieve this at base
( A look back on life from today's standpoint)
This is a question to really shock you
as folk get into a panic to buy gifts
racking their brains what do they get?
when the receiver really hasn't got a clue
Now nearly reaching my three score and ten
what do I really need at my time in life
material gifts lose their so called desire
paying over the odds among all the strife
What price is it for what I really want?
like sense of peace in my soul
to know God loves me no matter what
what contentment this brings as my goal
Then consider having a real holy joy
no more mumps and moans to express
but finding a real depth down inside
joyfulness, a cover for my heavenly dress
No money can buy true inner calmness
so much unfulfilled inner satisfaction
but even if words for me just don't come
peace like a river produces a chain reaction
Peace joy and calm
three blessed gifts so rare
no money can buy them
only God gives these to share
Lo, silver strand vertical
from chest to chest
you doth go
exhale the breath of God
breath of life from His mouth
inhaled to the lungs of of human host
LO! YON SILVER STRAND OF Life-
lovely is the dawn of day
creation has be established
arise young man
go out and name every animal and mammal
Rejoice in the joys of what God gave
creation is all His
longevity of life depends on our wills
the more obedient the longer we live
LO! YON SILVER STRAND OF Life-
At best we be sinners saved by grace
To live some three score and ten
Lo, silver cord
When God cuts the tie
This is when you shall physically die
L0! yon silver strand of life
Sent back to heaven, now everything alright
2/3/20
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
At our final moment when we leave all of this
And our loved ones are crying for one sorely missed,
In a heavenly light will angels descend
Then take us to heaven where suffering ends.
Or are we afraid, just clutching at straws,
Clinging to the hope that there is something more,
For if not then what, just the abyss
No guiding light no heavenly bliss.
Just part of a cycle from birth unto death
Rejoining the loop, as we take our last breath
Returning to atoms as flesh and bone rot,
Three score and ten, may well be our lot.
I'll go
and make
a cuppa
tea,coffee or soup
my sloppy joe
daggy trackie dacks and slippers
that's my
fix me upper.
Three score and ten
years have gone by.
Where did they go?
Where did they fly?
Old friends are fewer.
New friends are more.
Not counting.
I no longer score.
Seven years later
2 brothers are dead
Posterety has doubled
Are we getting aheqd?
Three score and ten
years have gone by.
Where did they go?
Where did they fly?
Old friends are fewer.
New friends are more.
Not counting.
I no longer score.
The Mirror
Tom
7/13/2018
Each morning I face a mirror,
And observe the fleeing of time.
This tells me the end grows nearer,
Than it was during my prime;
The time I live on is borrowed,
Three score and ten is secure.
And an extra nine was bestowed,
Whatever today brings I’ll endure.
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