A poem by Christabel
March 9, 2020
SOLILOQUY AT SEVENTY
Suppose I lived to ninety four
Or who could tell, it may be more
I hope I never have to say
Why didn't I start that yesterday
In retrospect from ninety four
To grieve for wasted years of yore
When I thought I had too little time
To learn and grow, expand and climb
When thirty years have slipped away
I hope I never have to say
Such wasted time, hours, days and years
Wasted with hesitations, fears
Lack of confidence, too much T V
Can that procrastinating soul be me
I must start to change my ways
Before the next great growing phase
The wings of time are ever fleet
And efforts grow and challenge sweet
I'll read and write, create and do
Keep vital although days seem few
Life's next great stage will surely come
I'll not sit back and ho and hum
and watch the passing of the days
With mind a-blank and eyes a-glaze
The creaking hinge hangs long they say
Oh yes, that's it, I'll start today.
Christabel Fergie
Christabel lived to 99.
Suppose I lived to ninety four
Or who could tell, it may be more
I hope I never have to say
Why didn't I start that yesterday
In retrospect from ninety four
To grieve for wasted years of yore
When I thought I had too little time
To learn and grow, expand and climb
When thirty years have slipped away
I hope I never have to say
Such wasted time, hours, days and years
Wasted with hesitations, fears
Lack of confidence, too much T V
Can that procrastinating soul be me
I must start to change my ways
Before the next great growing phase
The wings of time are ever fleet
And efforts grow and challenge sweet
I'll read and write, create and do
Keep vital although days seem few
Life's next great stage will surely come
I'll not sit back and ho and hum
and watch the passing of the days
With mind a-blank and eyes a-glaze
The creaking hinge hangs long they say
Oh yes, that's it, I'll start today.
Christabel Fergie
Christabel lived to 99.