Claire V. Bogdanos

This is the autumn of my days,

A pressing time to mend my ways,

There are past wounds that I must bind,

There are new goals I need to find,

There are old fears that I must end,

There are new paths that I must wend,

There is adventure that I must dare,

There are some hopes that I must share,

There is courage which I must seek,

There are bold thoughts that I must speak,

There are values that I need learn,

There are laurels which I must earn.