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Today I turned seventy,
and the clocks all faintly chimed
My hour glass near empty
to mark the waning time
Weeks left on the calendar
the moments more than days
With laughter most important now
each memory through the haze
Today I turned seventy,
and my dog he seemed to know
He whispered to my grandchildren,
and their love began to flow
Bright sunshine through the window,
but night is sure to come
The joy and pain of who I've been
-to live on when I'm gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
and the clocks all faintly chimed
My hour glass near empty
to mark the waning time
Weeks left on the calendar
the moments more than days
With laughter most important now
each memory through the haze
Today I turned seventy,
and my dog he seemed to know
He whispered to my grandchildren,
and their love began to flow
Bright sunshine through the window,
but night is sure to come
The joy and pain of who I've been
-to live on when I'm gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
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