These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Accomplishment

The years of life are flying by.
We ponder through the past.
So, what was good, of word or try,
that ever will yet last?

The days of childhood, playfully
were times of joyful bliss.
The hope of life so big and free
knew Momma's peaceful kiss.

Each teenage year was quite the thing.
The sweetest love refused.
It stopped the heart's first try to sing,
but only ego bruised.

The adult years in many ways
were times for growing strong.
Careers a-plenty on display
to find where we belong.

A senior cleans the floors, lifts trash,
to make the place look good,
completing well the lifelong dash
to honor God as would.

by Jay O’Toole
on May 29th, 2024