Just a fun little poem on aging 10-2016
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,