What more can be asked of us,
Except that we do all we can;
Perfectly…no, never…it can’t be so,
I’ve tried so hard…but that was never the plan.
Why don’t we learn this early-on,
Why do we rush about…so fast?
Going at a ‘break-neck’ speed,
How long did we think it could last?
To think of what we 'could' have,
What we 'would' have;
What we 'should' have done,
Just a total waste of time!
I believe that each one does,
Their very…very best;
And, there comes a time…in later years,
When on this fact…we must rest!
Our bodies are tired…worn-out,
From the good times and hard times we’ve been through;
Through it all…we’ve gathered memories,
And, these memories will see us through.
Now, it’s time to sit back,
It’s time to just relax;
We’ll see how it all unfolds,
The final curtain…the climax.
Over all there’s a CONTENTMENT,
Gone are the wishes that we’d done more;
Let the chips fall where they will,
Maybe…just maybe…to someone we’ve been a mentor!
The morale of my story…
Do the very best you can;
Now, take your well-earned rest,
Live-out your later years…and be content!
May 25, 2005
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Aimee and her Mom: many years ago.