Do not forsake growing old
Unless it forsakes you
For it is the grace
Of reflection
To put things right
With your soul.
When you see
The ebbing tide
Of twilight years
The memories,
Step down off your throne
In this new domain,
To the new and the past
A present need
Of finding Peace.
Be gracious
As you go
Through the veil
Be strong.
Eugene 17th December 2021