At 77 Years Old

Life increasingly
Becomes
Leaving behind the once
While holding onto the love

Here be not monsters
But eternity

The sometimes wild
Excesses of youth

The always insistent
Demands of mid life

Even the necessary new
Realities of aging

Those challenges belong
But to the past

The present challenge
Carries forward
The love
From past to present
From memory to celebration

Celebration
For all that has been
Will be
Must be
Left behind
While love remains my reality

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