Living the Aging Life

The pace of death is rising

as the killing spree goes on.

It’s become the Killing Season.

Any one can get a gun.

Any one can be a target.

That includes both you and me.

We sit by and watch it happen.

We are in a Killing Spree.

I’d like some solid answers

for the things that I don’t know.

I’d like some good solutions

for the things that fret me so.

I log on to the Internet

and check out “stress” and “strife”

but there aren’t real good answers

for these bugbears in my life.

Here’s a lullaby for a restless heart

when the world feels a cloud of sorrow.

Tonight’s sweet slumber brings a  better start

as you rise for the day tomorrow.

I guess we’ll just adapt and thrive.

Somehow we’re here, and we’re still alive.

We can’t go back. And, we can’t just quit.

So I guess we’ll just make the best of it!

Each day I rise with a list of things

I’m not quite sure how to do.

Each night’s surprise

‘fore I close my eyes…

is that somehow I muddled on through.

Massacres.  The price of gas.

Climate change.  Hate comes to pass.

Bloody fighting in Ukraine.

COVID’s on the rise again.

Baby food is hard to find.

Civility’s been left behind.

Abortion risk.  The loss of rights.

Worried days and restless nights.

 Insurgency. The threat of fire.

Inflation fears.  It all seems dire.

We’re hoping for some peace of mind…

But, while we wait, let’s all be kind.

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Take this little blessing

and touch it to your heart.

It won’t take away the heartache,

but it might help make a start.