Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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.

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.