Horizon Dreams
To bed to sleep to
retire tonight;
From daily tasks, find
some rest.
Close the drapes and tuck
the covers tight;
Day is done, sun has gone
west.
To work to toil to earn
tomorrow
Your due worth for every
day,
Plus some for the future
to borrow
When no more you earn your
pay.
To home to stay to roost
to the end;
Life taken at its new
pace.
To leisure and ease you
now descend;
Longtime patterns to
replace.
The children are grown and
moved away;
Their lives now their own to
choose.
Some moments with you they
pause to stay,
But their time, not yours
to use.
To need to have no plan to
follow;
Your tapestry unravels.
Listless lolling in a deep
wallow;
Stay put, no daily
travels.
To count not days, but the
passing years,
For weeks are full of
Sundays.
Go out, old man, and find
new frontiers,
Lest you sink into
malaise.
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