Living the Aging Life

The forecast says:

More heat and sizzle.

I’m ready for

soft rain and drizzle.

We need a little gentle

and we need a little kindness

and we need to leave the vitriol

somewhere quite far behind us.

We need a little loving

and we need a little laughter

and we need some acts of caring

to be Happy Ever After.

I wish for you a happy day

of gentle, loving thoughts,

with butterflies o‘er blooming fields

of blue forget-me-nots.

I had summer soup for breakfast, and

it nearly made me swoon.

I savored ev’ry sumptuous drop

as I sipped it from my spoon.

This gastronomic pleasure nearly

knocked me for a loop

as I started this hot August Day

with Sharon’s Summer Soup.

The candle doesn’t burn at night

for angels guard your bed.

The angels set you on your path

for a vibrant day ahead.

I don’t fit in to this modern world.

Somehow I got left in the slow lane.

Life’s streaking along like a rocket blast.

I’m chugging along like a coal train.

I seem to have the “Losing Things” Curse.

It’s a Malady that’s Quite Perverse.

I spend a lot of time each day

looking for things not put away.

It could be glasses.  It could be keys.

It might not be any one of these.

But one thing’s sure:  I’m searching around

for something lost that can’t be found.

May your day be like a butterfly,

–flashing and swift and bright—

and every single step you take

be quick and sure and light.

May the gentle notes of this lullaby

soothe you through the night

and wake you with a rested soul

to a day that’s fine and bright.