The days go fast,

I didn’t imagine chasing sixty six

would slowly ease into my past.

Today I have a legacy to choose,

one contains a history of kindness.

Oh the pitfalls of loving our demise.

Never would I have imagined,

being an elder and unsure, unfulfilled.

I’m told it’s up to me.

In finding Grace, I will hope for truth.

In how I measure love, I will appreciate

what signifies our world is idyllic.

Gratitude will give me peace of mind.