LIVING ON BORROWED TIME By Meri Ulrich Yesterday I was ten and living on borrowed time Wanting to be thirteen so very much, life would be just fine. When I was seventeen I counted the days until eighteen came along, Almost grown up, but not quite, I started each day with a song. At Twenty-one I was finally an adult, in the eyes of the law, It changed some things, from how I felt to what I thought and saw. At Twenty-nine I married my Prince and life was sweet and fine. I still didn't know as I continued to grow that I was living on borrowed time. My thirties and forties came and went and I began to understand, that youth is short and once its gone life isn't quite so grand. Fifties, sixties all passed by and I wondered what I would find, would I go on and on while living on borrowed time? Illness came and illness went; there was loss and love, I began to wonder what to expect as I prayed to my God above. Pleaase let me find the strength to care for those who were weaker than I. To have the courage and wisdom that I would need if someone I loved should die. Only one answer came forth, the one I had known that lived somewhere in my mind. All of us, everyone, with no one exempt, are living on borrowed time.