Poem 153:

Aspen Path

Life’s Journey


When I have passed the age of man
and laid the body aside
will my children remember an old man
or one who once held their hand?

Will the friend I did offend
remember the times we laughed,
forgive an ole fool and laugh
once more, for the two of us?

When the journey has passed
will all remember the times we played
or perhaps worked in a desert sun
I wonder if they will.

I think I shall like to ask them
when they too have said goodbye
and meet them in courts on high
and laugh with each once more.

a little nostalgia, on a Saturday morning 🙂

© 2013 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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  1. emmaguinnesswriting

     /  September 2, 2013

    Beautiful 🙂

  2. Beautiful but sad at the same time.

  3. I hope they remember the youth and the fun… ❤

  4. Anonymous

     /  April 21, 2014

    One of my favorites.

  5. Thanks for sharing your poetry. I hope you keep the blog going.

  6. A great one.


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