“Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith, ‘A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!” ~ From Robert Browning’s “Rabbi ben Ezra”
So this is sixty… It sounds rather daunting. And still I am enjoying this journey so. I admit that I don’t like the cracks and creaks emanating from my once youthful frame, but the clock tower still tick tocks and keeps good time.
Sixty… definitely the second half, huh? In the poem above, Browning speaks of the two halves of life and how the one provides for the other. It’s only now I understand how blessed we are for both. The morning of my youth was rich and full and now my evening journey stretches still endlessly before me. I see change…but I do not see an end.
Sixty…yep… Just a couple hours away. That’s how many trips I’ve made round the sun. They say it’s not the age but the miles. Have to laugh when I look at it that way. And still, I believe I have a number of those trips yet to take. Yes indeed, “Grow old along with me. The best is yet to be…” indeed.
Sixty…here we go. So, in the words of Robert Frost, another of my favorite poets, “The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
Houston… Ready for another lap. Let’s light this candle!! 🌹❤️