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Ttie Qolden yearn Erect he stood, while surveying the crowd A very silly person, voiced one of the proud Why is he saying such, amid laughter and tears My friends, “Just what are the Golden Years?” A firm voice said for answer, please follow me From this panoramic view we all can see To the east where the gold begins Behind us to the west is where it all ends. On this plateau we meet o’d friends Some were sincere, others “just old has beens” They all pass here, tho from far and near Bearing treasured memories of things held dear. There is John talking about his son’s B.S. degree His explanation, “It really should have been a Ph.D.” He is so loquacious you begin to wonder Just listening to him could be a blunder. Also there’s Frank, with his only, the world’s fastest hoss He should have won, but somehow he lost The will to win, said he, must not fade And as a booster, he would try gater-aid. Now there’s Jennifer who loved to imbibe And still keeps a little taste on the side Says she, we are only here a short while What is life without an occasional smile. Our golden years are a collection of days That enrich our lives in so many ways Graduations, weddings, and baby’s first sound All make our list in the very first round. In your reflections, keep memories in stride Disappointment, disillusion, failure, just lay aside Prioritize your achievements that mean real joy. Cuddle life’s rewards as a favorite toy. The voice ended, abruptly as it had begun Leaving one to ponder, just what have we done In our major decisions, did we do our best But then, where is the man who is error-less. In reflections of our golden years Both yours and mine I feel they are God’s personal gift to us. One day at a time. I , ■' The guy called Russell Sperryville James Russell
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