Hello, my friend.
Here is the news:
We’re fast within
The life we choose

For sure, we choose it
Every day:
To be out here
And live this way

For time has properties
Immense,
And choice is never just
Past tense

The children grew as children will,
They each have left for pastures green –
The nights are pure; the mornings, still —
The hours gentle in between

And so, my friend,
Here are the facts:
The train keeps rolling
Down the tracks

The train of time
That never stops;
It runs through city
And through copse

Out here, to where
We daily age,
And as a novel,
Turn each page

The life we lived, the daily lift –
That once we chose, and daily choose:
It’s still to me a wondrous gift —
We have for now.
And that’s
The news