June 8, 1992 - On the Beach

MIDLife

If ever a time to mourn be here
Tis now, alas, today
I fear,
My youth be gone, a weary trail,
of hopes and dreams
that near all fail.
Careless moments, still so clear
Wasted, wonted all on fear.
The past renewed in dreams de jour
corrected, perfected
evermore.
Waste not another day go by
Get up and live
and do not cry,
Of times gone by your weary head
Count ye blessings
now, instead.
Midlife is ne'er a time to cry
Get on with it
before you die.