There is Much

There is much to embrace, Entering this human race, The swift, the slow, now old I accept my place
There is much to endure To do best with love secure Reasons, stories told, now old One thing of which I’m sure
There is much accepting Would, should, futile regretting Let it go, revel in now old, It’s me I’m now respecting
There is much still untold, Each breath, life’s petals yet unfold A stately tree, a perfect old God still holds, You…me. PatsyP. 8/3/18
