I wish of that of use to bes, and yearn of <br />times, long gone by; for in the twilight <br />of my life, all seems finally clear, for the nearer <br />death...the clearer life. <br /> <br />Now surrounded by <br />'material things' that I have labored for, I <br />have come to realize, that in such things, <br />everything is nothing-for they are only things <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finally-clear/
