Another year is coming to an end,
And it’s time to reflect back to where we’ve come from and where we’ve been.
So little time in this lifetime is ours,
And we have borrowed it in so many hours.
It has flown by us as the wind blows through the grass,
And our lives before our eyes do seem to pass.
Where did it go, this time on our hands?
It seemed to put on us so many demands.
Now the days grow shorter as we ride out the last years,
And soon we will fade away among our souvenirs.
By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)