Golden Years


Golden years
senior moments
less teeth and hair
creaky knees
no more toil
time to be
enjoying things
I love to do.

No more car pools
dirty diapers
(except perhaps my own some day).
I love these years
filled with hard-earned peace
time to reflect
to move on
to whatever comes next,
this cycle completed
when my Creator
calls me home.

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3 Responses to Golden Years

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  2. Me too Pat.. I am enjoying these Golden years too..

    Wishing you a Wonderful Christmas Holiday.. Love and Blessings
    Sue xxx


  3. Getting there too. One day a walker maybe!

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