Ev’rybody knows
we’re on a planet full of trouble.
Ev’rybody knows
we’ve had a two-year COVID bubble.
Ev’rybody knows
about the rise in violence.
Ev’rybody knows
our human problems are immense.
Ev’rybody knows
about the changes in the weather.
But, no one knows
what we should do to solve these things together.
Two ships wait in the harbor,
sitting idly in the bay,
floating with the changing tide
to pass their day away.
No port is ready for them–
no place for them to dock.
They drift at anchor, waiting,
as they while away the clock.
Tell me about the Olden Days.
Tell me ‘bout life back then.
Tell me what you’re thinking
when you say: “Remember when?”
Tell me what folks used to do –
all the ways they found to cope.
Tell me how they kept their faith
so they wouldn’t lose all hope.
Tell me how they met each day:
Dealt with laughter. Dealt with sorrow.
Tell me how it used to be
so I can face tomorrow.
The virus is receding.
Fewer sick. Fewer dead.
They say the path’s still risky but,
we’ve better days ahead.
They say that pretty soon we could
unmask and show our face.
We could eschew a toe-tap for a
touching, warm embrace.
Life could be getting better, and,
I surely hope it’s so.
But, we’re living with this virus.
We still have far to go.
The primrose spreads her leaves to the sun.
In the light, she begins to grow.
She bides her time in her little pot
for an end to cold winter’s snow.
Words are real. There they are.
One cannot hit “Undo.”
One might as well be careful
that the words one speaks are true.
Once words are said, they can’t be changed,
e’en though you change your mind.
So, when you’re uttering your words…
you might as well be kind.
Each day I light a candle.
It’s one thing I can do.
It burns for folks throughout the world.
It burns for me and you.
I hear a little lullaby.
Its song is sweet and true.
I hear a lullaby of love.
It’s a lullaby for you.
Where-ever I go, you’ll be with me,
in sunshine, and in sorrow.
You’re with me in my heart today,
and you’ll still be here tomorrow.
My world’s awash with Passwords.
They tumble from the sky.
They’re like buzzing, angry hornets
who just will not let me by.
I can’t log in to anything
unless I break, then stop.
They want another password…
like a grumpy traffic cop.
My devices want another one.
It’s just too much to cope.
I hate: “Forgot your password?”
I’m running out of hope.
Living the Aging Life 