As the cold winds blow
And the last remaining leaves
Blow to the ground
And escape on the current
Of rushing air
He stands looking to the future
Smiling and knowing
That the light he sees rising
Is the happiness that lies ahead
From the decisions
He has made.
Those many hours
Those many years
He kept his nose
To the proverbial grindstone
And now
With his time being his own
He sees nothing
But glorious days ahead
Despite a few bumps in the road.
Life is just
Beginning
After nearly
Sixty years.
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