11-2016.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
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,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
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 lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
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
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another