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- Life is what happens
Three score years and ten seemed a long way off
When I was a lad in Gloucestershire.
Now that I’m here,
The view is good
From this side of the hill.
Out from my grayscale childhood,
To a life full of colour,
Some roads have been rough,
Some paths have been smooth,
Some hills have been steep,
And some troughs have been deep.
Life is tough!
However,
It’s never been dull or wearisome.
My Golden Love and I together
Have shared many ordinary things,
Often in the most extraordinary ways.
Choices have been made
With faith as our guide;
And as some doors have closed
Others have opened wide,
In good times and tough,
We’ve had the strength to go through
Into the unknown
Sustained by
The Power Of Love
every hour.
Seventy time around the sun;
Tens of thousands around the Earth
Is a long, long journey, I know.
In the great scheme
It’s the width of a fine slender hair,
It’s been my time to share.
Now,
My body aches.
It is true
My feet are further away!
My birthday suit has wrinkles;
Hairs sprout in new places,
While receding elsewhere
As it slowly turns grey.
While my thoughts may seem slow,
Forgive me, my head is full of stuff.
Be patient, be kind,
I may take time
To sift my mind,
But there
We may find
Experience, knowledge
And perhaps a little wisdom,
Yet,
Life still goes on,
Who knows for how long
The tablets will keep me going.
And who knows
where it may still lead
Before the inevitability,
Mortality,
Of life’s final curtain.
And then?
Immortality, perhaps?
In my seeds?
In memoriam?
In eternal peace?
Meanwhile,
Three score years and ten is here;
The view is good
From this side of Shaston Hill,
Life is what happens.
Three score years and ten seemed a long way off
When I was a lad in Gloucestershire.
Now that I’m here,
The view is good
From this side of the hill.
Out from my grayscale childhood,
To a life full of colour,
Some roads have been rough,
Some paths have been smooth,
Some hills have been steep,
And some troughs have been deep.
Life is tough!
However,
It’s never been dull or wearisome.
My Golden Love and I together
Have shared many ordinary things,
Often in the most extraordinary ways.
Choices have been made
With faith as our guide;
And as some doors have closed
Others have opened wide,
In good times and tough,
We’ve had the strength to go through
Into the unknown
Sustained by
The Power Of Love
every hour.
Seventy time around the sun;
Tens of thousands around the Earth
Is a long, long journey, I know.
In the great scheme
It’s the width of a fine slender hair,
It’s been my time to share.
Now,
My body aches.
It is true
My feet are further away!
My birthday suit has wrinkles;
Hairs sprout in new places,
While receding elsewhere
As it slowly turns grey.
While my thoughts may seem slow,
Forgive me, my head is full of stuff.
Be patient, be kind,
I may take time
To sift my mind,
But there
We may find
Experience, knowledge
And perhaps a little wisdom,
Yet,
Life still goes on,
Who knows for how long
The tablets will keep me going.
And who knows
where it may still lead
Before the inevitability,
Mortality,
Of life’s final curtain.
And then?
Immortality, perhaps?
In my seeds?
In memoriam?
In eternal peace?
Meanwhile,
Three score years and ten is here;
The view is good
From this side of Shaston Hill,
Life is what happens.
