Blink – 80 Years – Frank Poland – Lyrics & Music: A reflective glance not at the ‘Years in my life’ but the ‘Life in my years’!
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Blink – 80 Years
Reflecting now, eighty years have flown,
A tapestry woven, each thread I’ve sown.
Not seeking pity, just a truth laid bare,
An old man getting older, with wisdom to share.
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Less tolerance now for shadows and lies,
For time is a treasure, so precious to the wise.
The world has shifted, values rearranged,
What once felt righteous now seems deranged.
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Priorities shift like leaves in the breeze,
Each year brings wisdom, on bended knees.
The world I recall, with morals held tight,
Is tangled and twisted, not knowing what’s right,
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A tsunami of knowledge now floods the land,
Our eyes and our ears are the tools at hand.
The spiritual atmosphere within society has changed,
Passing of older generation, our foundation, rearranged.
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In early days, the screens were confined,
Television monitored, not consumed all the time.
Kids played outside ‘neath the sun’s warm gleam,
Neighbors connected, sharing events and dreams..
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Parents read papers, engaging their minds,
Today they find comfort in news that blinds.
Silence a rarity, noise fills every void,
But in peace and quiet, God’s voice is enjoyed.
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“Old-fashioned,” they scoff, as I ponder this scene,
A life steeped in wisdom, though mostly unseen.
Right and wrong blurred, like fog on the shore,
What was treasured is lost—what was sacred, ignored.
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In the ’60s we danced through madness and dreams,
Where love, peace, and music flowed wild in the streams.
Now pills are the answer to make sense of it all,
Yet I watch as our standards continue to fall.
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“Woe,” cried Isaiah, “to those who can’t see,
That good is now labeled as wrong as can be.”
I haven’t lost reason, my compass still clear,
The world that we cherish seems distant yet near.
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Through my window I gaze at a land,
Yet echoes of promises seem out of hand.
What unfolds before me, a script that’s unkind,
Yet I know that the truth isn’t shackled or blind.
I carry my burdens, a senior alone,
Yet God waits with open arms to lighten the load.
In growing old gracefully, I shed heavy chains,
It’s not darkness of time, but the light that remains.
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‘Tis not years in my life that defines my true role,
But the life that I’ve woven, deep within my soul.
For I am a senior, yes, wise in my ways,
Ready to savor the end of my remaining days.
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With laughter and tears, my heart wears the scars,
For each moment I’ve lived is bright as a star.
In reflection, I glimpse not what’s lost in the fray,
But a legacy built that won’t fade away.
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So here’s to the journey, the joys and the strife,
In each breath I take, I celebrate life.
Eighty years may be fleeting, a blink in the sky,
But the love that I’ve shared will forever supply.
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So here’s to the moments both bitter and sweet,
To the memories gathered, each one a heartbeat.
For wisdom is timeless, a gift to us all,
In the tapestry woven, through rise and through fall.
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I walk with my head held high ‘neath the sun,
With courage in knowing, my life has only begun.
For I am a senior, yes, wise in my ways,
Ready to savor the end of my days.
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