Expectancy Poem by Terrance Tracy

Arise each day with a sense of expectancy well-being, good health, eternal youth we fancy.

With each tick of the clock, you never know which one will leave you on the dock.

Aches and pain are present at an untimely hour to slow one down, which malady will convict one's expectancy drowning in the rain.

One's health disappears as the years take its toll despite the mascarade we march in the parade not knowing the final toll to enter the roll where there are no fears.

Eternal youth an illusion entrapped in the mind of those under fifty only to discover the ravage of time is not thrifty.

As we vent in this earthly tent expectancy is a poor substitute for the eternal soul when our expectancies will truly unfold in a covenant of promise as our goal.

Terrance Tracy