On Retirement From Flying
By Doug Atkins, 2001 (douglas.atkins@btopenworld.com)

        

       To break through winters' overcast,
       Into the bright blue sky above,
       Would thrill me now as it always has
       Since the beginning of my love.
       A love that's lasted forty years
       And is still as strong today
       As when my heart first told me
       Just where my future lay.
       But now, no longer, am I part
       Of that sweet life that stole my heart,
       But just another "Used to be",
       Aged, not broken, but no longer free.


 

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