One’s heart grows old and tired too
With oh, so many things to do
Before I reach the end of time
When life will be no longer mine.
I close the book and ask my God
Why life has been so very hard
What can I do to make amends
To family and to my friends ?
I’ve often thought the world we knew
Had little time to guide us through
We each are of small consequence
And leave to God our self defense !
Too often in the twilight as day begins to fold
And all of life’s real stories prepare to be retold
There rises intermission when nighttime hushes all
As somewhere in the distance a vision is recalled.
Now we are brought again to the stories of the past
Where tales of our commission were never meant to last
And in these final moments as life does fade away
We’re left with the decision of what we have to say.
Farewell to all our colleagues, both family and friend
And if we’ve ever hurt you, please know it is the end
There will be no tomorrow this is a last goodbye
One final wish we ask for, remember do not cry !
Lord who am I to offend Thee
I’m one that’s full of sad regret
I am neither great nor pithy
And likely sometimes to forget !
There are those times that I regret
The moments that one can’t forget
Remember of all words you say
Some live to speak another day !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 