The older I get
The more I regret
The losses I’ve squandered
While ponder beset

The time can’t return
Like a candlewick burned
And all is but ashes
Lost lessons not learned

And what have I missed?
Lost love, lips not kissed?
In my mind if I gave thought
Would comprise a great list

But to ease my heart’s ache
I’m resigned in grief’s wake
Not to let remorse hold me
Giving more time to take

I embrace the present now
To wisely use, for future vow
Time to treasure, by my pleasure
Past fields left, new rows to plow

Friendship dearest
Worthy venture, none more clearest
Held most tightly; held not lightly
Cherished greatly, drawn most nearest

One friend most certain
By grace, fairest curtain
Has blanketed me so
Calm secure, no fear hurtin’

Now brighter the time
This friendship sublime
Owing nothing but love
Reaching heights, to summit climb