I wish of that of use to be's, and yearn of <br />the time that's 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 'material things' that <br />I have labored for, I have come to realize <br /> <br />that in such things, everything is nothing- <br />for they are only things. <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hold-back-tomorrow/