This Message I Send

Time may be short,

but the memories are long

 

Of a life I now celebrate,

in poetry and song

 

My body though challenged,

my eyesight forlorn

 

Those promises I kept,

the blanket that warms

 

The sun may be setting,

with leaves turning brown

 

But the path clearly marked,

my journey, my crown

 

As the light becomes dimmer,

and the music portends

 

Not sorrow but gratitude,

—this message I send

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)