Friday, August 22, 2014

Sixty


Likely

One of us will die alone.

Without

Tender eyes to bring us home.


Likely

Books set aside for later.

Never

Will ultimately matter. 


Likely

Trails first stepped with excitement

Are left

Destinations repentant.


Likely

Younger dreams clung to tightly

Loosen

Their grip to reality.


Likely

Faith, family, lifelong friends:

Really

Are THIS life’s cherished Amens.

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