In the foothills of our dreams.

Life's challenge,

Is never what it seems.

Though the path, is never clear.

We travel along its length,

Full of bravado, without fear .

Until midway, and thence......

We begin to realise,our mortality.

Slow the pace, that was a race.

To hold,the moment the sun sets

In case we fail to see the dawn.

Memories full of yesterday's ,


And today's .....

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