I’ve been allowed another day to be

and I, indeed, am grateful for the chance

to do a little more the things I  see

need me.  My years can stand to be enhanced.


I’ll take the meager gifts that I now own

and  ply them well before I leave this earth.

it is my hope and prayer that I’ll atone

for investing so little of my worth.


The pursuit of happiness beguiles

sometimes — perhaps not you, but folks like I

who found his talents late.  It took awhile.

I had no dreams, thus options were denied.


Old, yes — but not wishing to be young

I contemplate my years — what I have done.


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