The older I get, the simple things become more important and I am learning to be okay with that. 8-23-2024.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
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,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
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.
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds