Eighty is fine
When you are eight or nine
Eighty is weighty
At seventy nine
There is more time to dine
To treasure fine wine
One’s life to align
With the Almighty in mind
I spend my time
Free of stress unless
Trying to remember
What I remembered
A moment ago
I am not so lonely
I am amused at myself
At what I have done
Still looking for fun
Am I not still a kid!?
Time used to move slowly
Then too quickly
Now it stands still
As memories pass by
I like it best
Remembering friends still alive
And those who have passed
Believing I will see them again
They help me not fear the end
Life is still a magnificent draw
Why think of its last straw
When there is still so much awe
To be embraced
Life is no longer a race
Have we not won by grace
Being this close to the living God
Who will surely have mercy
On frail ones such as us.