The last phase of life is very different and challenging
Unwinding
There comes a time, when you unwind, Move differently, to the other side. When your mind is made up, youth left far far behind. The mind is seized with things of another kind.
The spirit changes and your moods change too. All that had “happened” is now just spots of time. The final act before the curtain, to be braved by you.
An act of matchless colour; not just pink or blue.
You’re fighting the last battle, quite alone it is this time.
Your friends of better times are now nowhere near.
It is all a new experience, quite a new paradigm.
To some it is smooth sailing, to others short of crime.
Preparing for the quittance from this world it is.
One’s uncertain which way the road's to lie.
It’s your last stroke to discover what they call “bliss”.
You either hit a jackpot, or end up with a miss.
In the end, we all "miss." But there are ways to wind down that are better than others. One is try to remain healthy, because sickness makes "winding down" much more difficult and drawn out. Keeping an open mind helps when old friends and acquaintances are no longer there. If you can't be with the ones you love, love the one you're with.
Excellent poem of a life ending and a person's thoughts as they get older. Well, I'm one of those getting older and I thank God He's allowed me a long life. My Mom died at 39yrs old from a drunk driver. She was crossing the road and he hit her and kept driving. So I cherish every moment of life...it could end in an instant. Thank God I know where I'm going.
I like the football game analogy...
When you're down to the 2-minute drill
And you cram in a life's worth of work and finesse
and end up in a blaze of glory as your cross the goal line,
or not. Either way, you expend it all, and leave nothing on the
field of play.
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Excellent poem of a life ending and a person's thoughts as they get older. Well, I'm one of those getting older and I thank God He's allowed me a long life. My Mom died at 39yrs old from a drunk driver. She was crossing the road and he hit her and kept driving. So I cherish every moment of life...it could end in an instant. Thank God I know where I'm going.
Love and blessings,
Linda
When you're down to the 2-minute drill
And you cram in a life's worth of work and finesse
and end up in a blaze of glory as your cross the goal line,
or not. Either way, you expend it all, and leave nothing on the
field of play.