Just what does the mean? Your best days are over.
After a certain age beauty fades, strength wains, and brains...
Tell me about it today; remind me about it tomorrow.
Decline inevitable.
What a worker, an acknowledged success in my prime,
I strived hard, focused on the next challenge,
but didn't savor the wins.
What tomorrow brings never let up.
Talent and tenacity traded for success and respect.
Dashing, dating success.
Just settled back beginning to enjoy the flavor.
Next thing ya know only social security
Retired on a tropical island.
Best days are over; are you kidding?
Contentment with age and achievement
There's no rush. Challenges are my choice.
It may not be my best, but so what?
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Your Best Days Are Over
Labels:
emotion,
introspection,
jazz,
life,
life choices,
spirit,
stories,
therapy,
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