Diane Zych wrote a very beautiful poem that she is willing to share with our readers.  She was blessed with a 50 year marriage and lost her sweet and loving husband this past year.


It is said that man is destined to die

     from the moment of his birth.

But though I may try, I can not deny

     life’s merriment and mirth.

I have spent hours praising intoxicating flowers,

     and toasting the sinuous sun.

As the moon brightens, my inebriation heightens,

     in celebration of the day that is done.

So I shall be fanciful, lighthearted and gay

     and rejoice in the miracle of life.

For all too soon will come the day

     I shall be sobered by Death’s summoning fife.

Thank you for sharing these meaningful words.