I wrote this when I was 15.
But only now, the eve of turning 70, do I understand its meaning.
Once upon a time, goes so fast,
And before you know it, it’s in the past.
When the time is gone, what can you do?
Just sit back and talk about how time flew.
Don Jesse, my English teacher at the American School in London, liked it.
For him, time ran out five years ago, R.I.P.
It runs out for everyone, sometimes at a moment’s notice.
No moments are ordinary. Treasure each one.
2 1/2 (or a bit less) to go for Me. But I surely have purpose left, trying to solve for the psychopaths in control. May We do that before I am 70!
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70 is a rough one! The topper on my cake read "F--- I'm 70"
Enjoy:)