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Life's Sonnet #14
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Life's Sonnet #14 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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I shan't sit on that bench whittling all day, My glass is half full and not half empty, I walk round the block; my feet are not clay, I drink wine at night and nibble on brie. I use my mind on things I still can learn, Yes, I am old but my psyche burns bright, Don't live for the past, the future I yearn, I attempt each day to climb to new heights. I'll not let my mind decay like my flesh, Though I know that too will finally come. Yet it's feasible to keep the mind fresh, This stage of my life I'll not go through numb. I've made peace with youthful follies and now I wait to see what tomorrow allows. ~*~ Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.--James Joyce ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Well done my friend! Lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you. ~*~ Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.--James Joyce ~*~ |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
All too soon, we arrive at the top of the stairs and must choose one or more of the doors in a long hallway that leads us home. Some of those doors are there to temporarily postpone that walk in the hall. Others, seem to coat the bottoms of our shoes with a generous helping of bacon grease. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hah! I know you are right, Rex, yes indeed. I turn seventy-six next month. Death is more on my mind these days than many things. I'm not fearful of it, I just hope I can keep my wits about me and will be able to choose the time, place and manner of turning the lights out. Can't see myself sitting in an old folk's home drooling and talking to myself. Thanks for stopping by, I appreciate it. ~*~ Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.--James Joyce ~*~ |
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