Winter Of My Years Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Winter Of My Years



Now has come the winter of my years
Made bold by age and passing years
And I wait for death to claim me.
There is no regret, nor fear or sorrow,
For around me laughing happy in play
My children's children, my destiny
With hearts and minds good and strong
And I thank God for them... everyone.

Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
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Colin Ian Jeffery

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