The plum in spring returns to life,
In dazzling new white blossoms rife
Which pleasure well the heart and mind
And sense of calm there leave behind.
Contrast the winds of winter hurled,
Against the ramparts of my world!
For of my three score years and ten,
Three score will not come again
Now as the years in hand grow few,
I contemplate what best to do
And having pondered see it plain,
What better than press on the same.
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You give us many things to ponder on in your writings Terry and this one is no exception. Life does throw some spanners in the wheels but when it doesn't, then grab, grab, grab what pleasures that you can.