While most dreams of forgotten youth weigh heavy now
Lost illusions and troubled times did crease the brow
As thought gave birth across the miles to freedoms wings
There bides the chance one could expect last happenings.
Another time, another place, another way
Perhaps to offer us one more redeeming stay
And celebrate the fact that we are yet alive
Despite the varied odds of life we did survive
Oh Lord, we thank Thee for one final escapade
Ere we embark upon God’s holy esplanade !
Claire V. Bogdanos 