Just a fun little poem on aging 10-2016
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
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 wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.