Unasked and
unexpected,
the warning
came from the seer:
“Your love
ends at the horizon”
Dumfounded,
we continued on
Married as
we were,
we wondered
at times
would we
ever reach
that far
horizon
The edge of
the universe
remained
forever distant
as we
struggled through life,
luckily
with lasting love
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The
pollution of old age
has melted
my energy,
drained
most of my strength,
muddled my
memory
Inevitable
decline
was delayed
by exercise,
by using
the brain
But nothing
prevailed
The dimming
of my life
means I now
must exist
in a
constricted world
as happily
as I can
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The
remnants of ‘52
are
gathering once again
Our numbers
now diminished,
the far
horizon looms near
Reunions
bring us together
to faces
never grown old
The essence
of each prevails,
reviving
joyous memories
Fordham
Prep made us elite
Each life lived
is a great story
Recall the
very best moments
in every
remaining day
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Denied the
gift of genius
by genes or
just circumstance,
the
ordinary poet or writer
relies upon
a muse, education,
experience
and extensive reading
Attaining
rare greatness
demands
skill and focus
and of
course, achievement
Yet the
great are shadows
of the
fulfilled genius
Success for
the majority
requires a
willingness to work
without the
acclaim of others,
but with
the pleasure of trying
to achieve
creative moments
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