How do we keep the balance of time?
Letting go of the past and looking forward.
Memories are selective a patchwork of truth and reality
The future different, fog shrouded uncertainty, beckons.
I belong to the privileged few find it easy to be thankful
I love my wife and our life together it brings an inner peace.
We are privileged to have choices and the resources to choose.
I want to live my end years with a grateful heart.
Know what has been, be grateful for life's journey.
Look forward with hope for what is to come,
Knowing there is one last goodbye yet to come.
Live in the joy of now for that is all there ever really is.
June18
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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