It’s the truth! Another one!

I can’t believe it
and yet know it must be so.

More laughter than tears –
more courage than fears
to face the remaining years.

Memories are especially stirred
like piles of leaves when the wind blows.

Who knows when we’ll stop counting
as the years keep on mounting?

So many others could tell us how it is
when the numbers cease to increase.

Most of them will be silent about deep things
but we’ll be glad they’ll be there for us
to love us and perhaps to hug us
and wish us well.

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