Under the radiance of the stars and moon
in the warm gentle breeze blowing over
the white sands of the quiet beach I sit
and ponder what my life will be like
in thirty years when I am old and grey.
Will I be a crochety old man or even senile?
Shall I be healthy and wiser and just a bit
slower moving than I am today,or maybe
the ravages of time will catch up to me
making me weak and befuddled?
I don't really know but I guess that only
time shall tell,and vow to live everyday
til then like it was my last.
Donavon Scott Vinson
