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Another decade has passed me by
Ninety years have flown and I wonder why
God leaves me here, as cherished friends
Fall ill and die.

So many memories cloud my mind
Each passing year I seem to find
More empty chairs friends left behind
Less Birthday cards to sign

I have never achieved lasting fame
The world does not even know my name
But through the years, within my brain
Though youth has flown,I feel the same!

Don’t waste time mourning the past
The bird of youth wasn’t meant to last
Each phase of life brings its own reward
Embrace this stage, you won’t be bored.

The Winter of life, unlike early Spring
Rife with wondering what Life will bring,
Knows the legacy of LOVE
Left to Family and Friends
Is what really matters when this life ends!

Copyright 2018 Beatrice Boyle
All rights reserved

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Grandma Bea


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