Time does not measure
nor limit our potential.
The calendar cannot dictate
that our best days
are behind us.
Our power and worth
are no shooting stars--
they carry no fleeting light.
The toils of determination,
of patience, hard work,
and resilience
accumulate wealth
with every passing year
to leave a deeper,
more meaningful work.
At any stage of life,
the sun still shines
and the twilight showers
its own flame.
Triumph can strike
anywhere at anytime.
Our brightest fires
can consume
in the blink of an eye.
Copyright 2026, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
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