Twilight
You know it when you see it
When Thursday becomes Wednesday
You know it when you hear it
When laughter becomes nostalgia
You know it when you feel it
When rain drops moisten your soul.
How wide the gap
How narrow the time
How sweet the sounds
Of distances traveled
Since days of youth
Of children playing.
Do not listen too long to those voices
That appeal to dangers and to smallness
To diets and to fears
Rely instead on the soft glow of music
And on voices of kindness
That add beauty to your years.
There is only a time to live
A time to reach out
A time to love—
Accept this gift with gratitude
With pleasure and
With resolve.
Do not ask to know your state of wealth
For surely if you must
It will sadden all your days of health
In measured doses and such;
The end will never find you
If you leave your cares behind
Let your compass always guide you
The sun’s position at dawn or twilight
Is just a state of mind.
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Rebecca
Your reference to "diets and to fears," is intriguing because I don't see you involved in either.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane