In the end, all is known

Less or more, no difference is sewn

All tales of folk

Of risk and harmony’s song

Rest within

Aged bones

Come now

Help an aged man to his place

At the table of no disgrace, but where

Spirits are told

And songs are so bold

And the rest of breath’s beast beats

Untold

I opened my eyes for the first time,

And saw the world

My child opened their eyes for their first time;

And I saw the world anew

I closed my eyes for the last time:

And I saw, what I always knew…..

The great resignation

To eternity, is ever mindful

Of life well lived

As I roam 

Around the way,

From birth to death

And all that came,

Between the goal posts, of a writers mess

I stumbled on this,

And that, you see

But most of all

My time with you

That made me mostly blue

But red and green

And happier then, I’ve ever been

So let’s

Just say

Birth is just a lonely day

And death is just

A new day

And lucky I am

To have had it all

I say…