Life Goes On

I recall teaching, many years ago;
many students, I still remember;
grading papers; playing in snow;
fifty years ago, last December.

So many people, I used to know;
today have gone from my view;
I can’t image where they did go;
their friendship I’d like to renew.

Many memories, reduced to a mist;
years of learning, including college;
all experience; summarily dismissed;
including much of that knowledge.

So, life moved on; a new occupation;
nearly all of my past seemed gone;
reality seemed like a new creation;
and yet, all my life still goes on.

I found a wife who changed my life;
together, we fashioned a new song;
we endured much hardship and strife;
and, together, our lives moved on.

A business, we founded: reduced to ash;
forced us to create a new dawn;
our contracts, long held; turned into trash;
and yet, our lives still moved on.

Nearly forty years together, struggling;
my wife got cancer; and is gone;
none remains for kissing and snuggling;
and my life alone, moves on.

Blindness says, “Upon nothing, depend;”
but death always brings a new dawn;
and I know that life is without an end;
and through death, my life moves on.