Wax and wane
Such an apt description of life
But never more so
Than in one’s latter years
Wait a minute?
Later years has a definite number
But that begs the first introspective question
Seemingly there is no rhyme or reason
To longevity
Known those who smoked until 81 before leaving
Others’ lives shortened in vehicle accidents
You read the same headlines
So how does one sense they are in their later years
A few indicators
You are now the eldest in a large extended family
Doctors visits now occur as frequently as a spring rain
Close friends slip away unexpectedly
Difficulty facing the mirror each morning
Even more resistance to accept the image
Grandchildren run circles around you
But now you cheer rather than chase
Alas there comes that quiet reflective moment
That moment your body sets you down
To rest and think
Forever is not really forever
And that’s okay
Love you
Frank X Cameron 11/24/2020 Copyright
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