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,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.