Just a fun little poem on aging 10-2016
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
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.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to