I wrote this poem the week that I turned 70. I never thought that I would live this long, but what a life I have been blessed with. I have no idea how much time I have left on this earth, but when I do leave, I plan on smiling into eternity!
At birth
The world
Was a blank canvas;
A palette,
Every color imaginable;
A brush,
Placed in my hand
To paint what could be.
At death,
A self-portrait,
Painted through decades
Of what was and is;
With permanent brush stokes
Highlighting how I lived.
In between.
A gypsy caravan
Across this beautiful world;
Stopping to paint
Breathtaking beauty of mountaintops,
Piercing pain of valleys,
Exhilaration of achievements,
Despondence in disappointments.
A tapestry of
Laughter, tears, trials, and triumphs;
A marvelous adventure
Lived with those I love.