How quickly it comes … life’s twilight.
Youth has waned, it seems in just a blink.
Whilst youth is yours you think not of twilight.
Life is endless. “Old” is far away. Not your concern.
Now questions stalk your secret moments…
What light remains? When will night come?
Have I a summer twilight, with long, enduring light?
Or twilight as in winter. Darkness coming quickly?
It matters not if winter, for I will be memory.
Is there more? Will I be back this way again?
Oh let the stories be true. Let me return endlessly.
To witness things yet to come, to right wrongs,
Learn lessons yet unlearned.
But enough! Cease this misery.
Think not of death, but of life, waste not precious time.
Live among the young. Soar on their wings.
Spend time yet to come well, not in regret.
Find your joys, dwell on them, pursue them,
spend each day among them.
Discard regret, stress, procrastination.
Anticipating a joy each day, brings light.
If joy is not anticipated, create it.
Forever seek life’s light,
Night is far off … revel in the daylight.