March 17, 2025
Tonight, as life grows ever more fleeting,
Now, as life grows beyond our dreaming,
And we look back more often than before.
We take stock of what we have accomplished,
Taking stock of all we’ve left unpolished,
Lamenting, asking for just a bit more.
And time marches the inexorable,
Not the sublime nor the unbearable,
Time cares not whether you beg or implore.
A few scenes missing from this tapestry,
A whole soul missing from the pageantry,
Unable to wish for love anymore.
And I never wonder what could have been,
For despair is but our greatest sin,
True, it was a heart that I foreswore.
But then, I was gifted love of my own,
My wife, my children, and a happy home,
Content to leave this life loved and adored.