Growing older every day,
Enjoying spring and summer,
Fall, and winter sun,
Watching wrinkles spread
And hair go gray,
Seeing the boy I used to hold
Cherish children of his own.
I know full well
This journey has its ending
But feel blessed in every way
To be on it, not yet done.
©2018 John I. Blair, 3/24/2018
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