a brisk morning walk late summer. early fall
crisp and clean my kind of weather
and I wondered when was the last time
the last time i enjoyed a walk so much
and I started musing about last times
We usually remember first times
some with fondness, some with regrets
some with joy, and some with sorrow
or simply I glad that's over with
but what about last times, we all have them
At my age I probably have more then most
people I will never see again
some of these I look back on with fondness
but also with loss and sadness
others I look back on and think, good
 they're out of my life, knock wood
also things that circumstances have taken away
whether from age, location, health,
the fact that place, time, opportunity
is out of reach or just isn't there anymore
but I must not dwell any longer on last times
there are still some first times left
and hopefully some next times as well