Living the Aging Life

Play me a simple melody.

Play me a simple song.

Play me a tune I know so well

my heart can hum along.

Sing me the quiet notes of old.

Sing me the words I know.

Sing me a lullaby of hope

and let my sorrows go.

I came across a recipe.

The cake it made was tasty.

‘Twill aways be

a part of me…

around my hips and waisty.

Today I think of rainbows

and I think of butterflies.

I think of blue forget-me-nots

and castles in the skies.

Today I think of happiness

and dreams that all come true.

Today my heart is filled with joy…

a joy that springs from you.

I’m send you a happy day

trimmed with ribbon and a fancy bow.

I’m tucking in a shiny rainbow

to brighten ev’ry place you go.

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!