It’s a strange, easy feeling
that I am experiencing right now.
For some it would be frightening,
but I am comfortable and not at all concerned
about the feelings that I have at the moment.
I have a strong feeling of ease and relaxation,
with the underlying thought
that this might well be my last year,
and I am good with that thought…
I am able to look at it objectively
and it worries me not at all,
a fact that I appreciate greatly.

In a few weeks I will mark
my seventy-fifth trip completed around Old Sol,…
and they have been, at times, worthy of note,
damning of mind, warm and happy of heart…
and I could go on and on about them,
but I fear I would run out of page and ink
before I would run out of words to tell of their beauty
and of their value to my lifetime here with all of you.

The times I knew in those days and years past
were truly an education,
one of the sort not found in books
or in hallowed halls of learning,
but found in the pathways of living,
going from one place to another,
one moment to another,
learning, always learning,
what there is of life to enjoy and experience,
to keep in mind and heart,
to guide, ever so gently, ever so violently,
as the path from there to here was trod.

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