THEIR YIELDING TIME

The OLD can’t say they’ve been deprived of years —
cannot complain they’ve not been given time
to do some good in life. And as they near
its end sometimes they feel they stand in line

to step upon that threshold none can see
across. Perhaps they’re into counting blessings
or maybe weighing losses. They hope to be
remembered some beyond their final resting.

They write the final chapter of their lives
amazed they’ve come so soon. And some of them
are ready to pass on while others thrive
and wish to stay to see what still might happen.

This is their yielding time. It’s come so fast.
Their suns are low. Will they be free at last?

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