Many years unfold, and our last hours swiftly scurry
Family and friends gathered reminiscing on a life well-founded
Reflecting on this mortality, we decisively flame out in a hurry.
Pondering the may or may not have been, of experiences unsounded
In my final thoughts, I attend, again, each celebration.
Those cherished occasions change as we grow old,
Happy times, often sadness that I forget to factor into the equation
All that glittered then was so precious, worth its weight in gold
Those childhood parties when Mum provided the well-wrapped gift,
Multi-coloured balloons, fun games, cake, and fizzy pop.
Before dark, Dad would collect me on his way home from shift.
I would tell him every detail, as if the party had never stopped
In every adolescent heart was the Friday night dance
A glimpse of the opposite sex. That first kiss was a must.
Egged on, persuaded, I would sidle over and take my chance,
Quickly scurrying, as she laughed, with unbelievable disgust
Adulthood finally draws, and weddings become the trend
Vows exchanged, this treasured love unites us all,
A witnessed union, two souls, two lovers, two friends
Soon my number will be called to register at City Hall.
Then baby showers, baptisms, and christenings
Celebrations for the new lives that are born
Happiness abounds as our new young family is transitioning
Sadness, as older generations leave for a brighter dawn
It’s midlife, we’ve seen them through their education
Subsequently, they journeyed alone, grasping the nettle
Finally, airward thrown caps, so proud at their graduation
The way forward is to continue testing undaunted mettle
Retirement soon arrives, a life's work complete.
Stories to share of those golden years gone by,
Time to savour leisure, and kick up one's feet.
Look to our future opportunities and fresh adventures to try
Baptisms and wedding parties, for us now, are scarce
Invites to Bat Mitzvahs or coming of age, not now received,
Funerals and wakes for lost friends in empty chairs
We’ve cried more frequently recently, as we’ve grieved
In our twilight years, each day we cherish and hold,
Each stage of life is a unique and precious space.
The tapestry of our memories, the treasures untold.
From youthful revelry of spirit, to wisdom's age of grace