Years

Years are that which grade our best
Yours ~ mine ~ theirs ~ the rest
Perpetual priorities crammed to congest
Bursting wishes hopeful largesse

Etched within…
childhood naivety
adolescent belligerence
middle compliance
aged anxiety
twighlight clarity
Gliding sliding bragging dragging….
not always willing

Three score and one
three quarters gone
Middle years draining
adding to the fading
Aged reflecting in the near distance
Twilight horizons looming persistence

Yet optimism growing
Nuturing Spirit knowing
Higher plains await
.. see you at The Gate