Years fading many
Three score plus ten,
When some then
Made feel too many,
Years not living
Aversely at rest,
Somewhat uncertain
Of laurels’ best,
Save idle giving
Wanted for naught
Held put to test,
Not waste what’s left
Though at times lax,
Thru forever days
Found in the past
Inspired by youth,
In then agile way
Did call for truth,
Hoped get it right
Before enduring dark,
Bids life its last night!
Poetry on a Canapé 
What a beautiful poem and message. That’s it, isn’t it, the ultimate lesson. Lovely, JJ.
Thank you again my understanding friend. Nicely put Paulette, ‘the ultimate lesson’. That be wisdom, at least having acquired a modicum of it, and enough through years, to be cause for awareness, the while there is still light, and maybe even sufficient time to get it right. Jean-Jacques