Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
Dear Joseph
A century spun, Joseph, a life complete,
Now hushed in slumber, where shadows meet.
No breath you draw, no sun you feel,
Just echoes softly, the years reveal.
A hundred rings, a whispered name,
Through fields of memory, a flickering flame.
The touch of time, a gentle hand,
Has led you onward, to this still land.
No earthly burdens, no weary sigh,
Just stardust drifting, in endless sky.
The stories whispered, the laughter bright,
Are woven now, in endless night.
Though mortal coil has slipped away,
Your spirit lingers, in gentle sway.
A century’s wisdom, a silent grace,
A peaceful journey, in timeless space.
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© Richard J Kirk, writing as Joseph R Mason – 2025.
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Thank you.
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