Often our dreams get whisked away
Ere each one has a word to say
Too many wishes we have seen
That fall into the cracks between,
The saga of a life close to
Its pending end and what to do
We’ll find a spot to set aside
For this our last and final ride.
Our dreams and wishes are just that
A chance to wear another hat
But if you choose to praises sing,
Get set to catch the big brass ring !
Claire V. Bogdanos 