Reflections at December 2024
The years march on, as I look forward
More names of those gone roll from the lips
When to memory recalled, I think of them,
To reverie and memory the mind slips,
And I think of them, some times a prayer say,
Though they don’t need it now, their troubles ended
Times of sadness, of joy, all were good to know
These folk now gone that I befreinded.
January beckons, new growth long days,
To be enjoyed with occasional stiffness and too frequent pains
That I once saw others endure, I oblivius
Their shared experience is what remains.
The half century is closing in hard, and what about it,
There are those who such an age did not get to see,
Pray for those gone, by life and more tragic ways,
And glad for lifes pains may be going forward be.
