Living the Aging Life

Kids are afraid to go to school.

Shoppers hesitate to shop.

Folks fear their lives on the freeway.

Will the mayhem ever stop?

It’ll take a revolution

to get out of this mess we’re in.

We made this mess together.

It’s a mess we made as Men.

“This COVID thing is just made up!”

“The deaths are overstated!”

“I’d rather die than wear a mask!”

“I won’t be Vaccinated!”

Okay.

(621,000 dead….and climbing).

Google says that we’ll have showers.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

I’d like to feel the gentle touch

of a raindrop once or twice!

A lullaby’s a gentle thing.

It’s soothing and it’s kind.

It brings a quiet rest to sleep.

It soothes a troubled mind.

My Seahawks “12” is lighted.

I’m all ready for the game!

Their start was not auspicious,

but I’m hopeful just the same.

Kids are killing kids at school.

Just toss Dad’s gun in your back pack.

Add it to your paper and pen

and the apple in your lunch sack.

I’d like to hear a touch of rain

splashing onto the window glass.

I love the summer sunshine,

but it’s time for it to pass.

It’s time for Northwest gloom and drizzle.

We’ve enough of heat and sizzle.

I’ve grown quite tired

of this summer spark.

I’m ready for Northwest

wet and dark,

I’ll play you a Ragtime melody.

I’ll play you a lilting song.

I’ll play you happy, dancing notes

to start your day along.

May Angels guard you as you sleep –

protect you through the night.

May sunbeams dance across your bed

as you wake to tomorrow’s light.