And of my three score years and ten
most will never come again
and take from that my sixty- nine
that only leaves me one more time
to get it right and get it good
this walking, dreaming in the wood
and watch the tree from bud to leaf
to flower to fruit and then to grief.
I'm hoping four score years and more
become the twenty first century norm
that way I can at least enjoy
for one more decade Nature's lore
desport itself with nonchalance
despite our blatant carelessness.
Copyright 2024 Cathy Leonard
I'm only three-score, but feeling the same!! I remember my granny going to the oldies club, "les trois fois vingt"!!
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