Today was my 58th birthday. Though I have my share of bones that creak and brain cells that sleep, what a blessing it is to be alive. Thanks, Robert, for reminding me of this poem by Dylan Thomas....
"Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Exactly what I intend to do..........
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