In the Twilight of My Years, Poem, Christopher Gagliardi

In the Twilight of My Years

I sit and ponder, my body near broken my mind though clear, my words not lost nor unspoken.

Time yes has been kind through days of youth but now my body ebbs away yet I do not give in.

Yesterday, I was young, with dreams to profit from But along comes that gift, which was my son.

I did not lose those dreams. They were transferred to him like a spiritual and eternal account to be used wisely.

No, I am not discouraged by this final fight which will take me. I see my wounds as victory from the battles I endured Seven decades and multiple seasons come and pass and now, I begin to see at last the glory in which my work and my labors can prosper in my son.

For this I can shed joy filled tears, and cheer for I smile proudly in the twilight of my years.

Christopher Gagliardi