Just a fun little poem on aging 10-2016
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…