I want to surround myself with people, of any age, who make me feel more; not less
Those who admire my thinking, rather than my dress
They don’t have to agree with me or my (thoughts) sentiments
But at least acknowledge my ideas with gladness
Who knows, my image may reduce your madness.
When I was twenty, I thought I had plenty
Then the thirties arrived and I felt a new endeavor
For life, one which I could savor.
Forty, still learning and burning (and yearning)
For a new quest to invest all my ideas in tomorrow
Fifties (Tomorrows) came swiftly and transformed me into another
Sixties kept me harnessed to a different harvest
Seventies; unhitching history as I knew it and still exploring the mystery
Of life’s path still pursuing yesterday’s images and dreams
Eighties, no more time for dreaming or reveries
My mind’s engine is on track and I’m traveling full speed ahead
I’m no longer looking back and not gathering moss on my rails of time
But then I remember, time, like words, don’t always have to rhyme
Words which explain my thinking, beliefs and imaginings
All I need is unlimited time!
So, if you have a (different) song to sing,
Do it now; you never know what tomorrow may bring!
Riding the Rails of Time 1933 – 2023 ….fnf/ 12/18/22
Recovering my time
Nancy Fraioli’s Book of Wisdom