What will my final years bring I wonder
Will I set here and stare at the blank walls
Reliving days of my youthful glory
While waiting for my final curtain call
Or rush to the fray with all my fury
To fight for every breath and take it all
Chisel my own epitaph on my stone
“A life well lived, he did not die alone”
All a matter of priorities, I reckons. If we’re not in a habit of doing any living when we’re younger there’s not much chance of doing any when living becomes more difficult. Just saying.
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Well said, well lived. Naked words from a heart.
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Thanks for the comment. Glad you liked it.
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I think it is most likely to be lively
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I certainly hope so.
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I think that’s a fine epitaph and hope it turns out that way.
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Thank you my friend. I hope so too.
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Well said, Jerry. Perhaps you’ll be taking Dylan Thomas’s advice to “Not go gentle into that good night.”?
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True.
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Nice one and I suppose the answer, if it’s up to us, might be relative to how we lived during our youth!!! Either way… excellent 😊
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Thanks for dropping by and leaving such a kind comment.l
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Hi Jerry! You’re welcome and thanks for the great posts!
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I see you as a fighter!
HUGS!!! :-)
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Thanks, I plan to be a cantankerous old man.
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