83

By Marion Trimble

Where will I be when I’m 83?

Will I live with grace and dignity?

Will the world be at peace?

Will my struggles be gone?

Will love come with ease?

Will my journey be long?

Will the storm still excite me?

Will nature still sooth my Soul?

Will I live free?

Will my life be truly told?

Where will I be when I’m 83?

Will I still remember me?

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9 thoughts on “83

      1. That’s terrific. Mine’s a little more frail, needs a stick to walk with and someone’s arm for confidence, but he does ok on the whole. Hope you get on as well with your Dad as I do with mine, I count myself very lucky.

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