Just a fun little poem on aging 10-2016
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,