Vision’s Gift

The older I get…

 the closer I become to the things I can’t see

 

The older I get…

 the more I’m amazed by the things that surround me

 

The older I get…

 the longer the nights and the dreams that they bring

 

The older I get…

 empty words falling mute—each new season to sing

 

The older I get…

  those women that I loved I now carry inside

 

The older I get…

 that child I once was to return with a smile

 

The older I get

 the deeper I embrace the reason I’m here

 

The older I get

  each moment a gift—with its vision so clear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

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