I’m a trav’ling man.
I’ve traveled far.
I’ve covered most
this land by car.
I’ve gone by foot
and bus and train.
I’ve crossed the land…
and back again.
You’d think that I
could settle down
and build a life
in some far town.
But ev’ry morning
when it’s dawn
I grab my keys
and travel on.
Let’s sing a song together as
you climb up into bed.
Let’s hum a simple melody
to soothe your busy head.
Let’s share soft words of gentleness
to calm and comfort you.
May you sleep sound throughout the night
and know that I love you.
My geraniums are blooming.
Don’t they know it’s Mid-November?
Do they think that it’s still summer
with the hot days they remember?
Are they blooming with such vigor
‘cause of memories they recall..
still living in a warmer past?
Did they miss when it turned to Fall?
May you walk in happiness.
May you walk in light.
May your day be filled with joy.
May quiet fill your night.
Here’s a simple lullaby to
cradle you, and hold you….
and slip with you
into sweet dreams
that comfort and enfold you.
Samantha is a friendly cat.
She doesn’t ask for much.
She likes a well-filled belly.
She likes a gentle touch.
She likes to find a quiet place
where she can take a nap.
And she prefers that place to be
on some well-padded lap.
The rabbits have all disappeared.
They‘re absent from my yard.
Perhaps they’ve gone to find a place
where winter’s not so hard.
Perhaps they’ve gone to find a place
where they would rather be.
I hope wherever they have gone
it’s far away from me.
I’m writing to the President.
I only have one plea.
Can’t we agree upon One Time,
and then just let it be?
My candle burns for all the world.
Its flame stands clear and true.
It shines for people ev’rywhere,
and it also shines for you.
There are clocks on the table
and clocks by the door.
And clocks I don’t know
what they’re for.
There’s a clock on the stove
and clocks on the wall
and clocks on nails
running down the hall.
There are clocks by the bed
and a clock on my arm
and some with a shrill
wake up alarm!
There’s a clock in the car
and the microwave
and some are programmed
with times to save.
And they all have to be changed.
Living the Aging Life 