Gentle Come the Twilight Years

When inexorably come the twilight years

Full of memories - triumphs and jeers,

I pray they’ll bring more smiles than tears,

For time has softened my youthful fears.

I’ve mostly coped with what life posed

(Sometimes preferring the wine to the rose)

And now, with contentment, I propose

To avoid further conflict as the days close.

I have no great wisdom to impart,

No grand ambitions to plot and chart.

I only wish, from the bottom of my heart

To live out my days as a happy Old Phart.

© 3/6/2008 T.P. Woodfork