Just a fun little poem on aging 10-2016
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.