Monday, June 23, 2008

June 8, 1992 - On the Beach


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


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.

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