As my eyes closed on yesterday,
Its half-truths and its flaws,
My thoughts then turned to triumphs past,
To nights of warm applause.
To days of plenty, youth and promise,
When all was bright and brave,
When time’s sand filled the hour glass
And life a lustre gave.
I drank the spirit of success
With eagerness and hope;
No fears of failure, dread or loss,
Marred my horoscope.
But time demands a reckoning
And optimism fades.
Life has now passed beyond its cusp,
No more the accolades.
So now I seek content in friends,
Those who remain steadfast.
To them I owe my gratitude,
They are my valued past.