Fifty years of many fears, fifty years with so many tears, Tears of sadness tears of joy. Tears of pride because of my boys. Tears of loss with many regrets. Fears of old age creeping up, fear with anxiety for what’s to come.
If all ive done in my fifty years has been fear, fears of loss have over run. Loss of loved ones never cease. We laugh we celebrate and carry on while all the while fearing what’s to come. While we know how this story ends, we’ll keep fearing what’s to come. With a laugh and a giggle we hide our fears but deep inside we know what’s near.