Living the Aging Life

Most days I sit and ponder on

the world and its direction.

I wonder if we all are lost

or just know imperfection.

Are Man’s problems really major

or don’t they really matter?

And while I think it’s the former,

 I hope that it’s the latter.

My garden gate is open.

It invites you to come in.

If you come into my garden,

perhaps you’ll be a friend.

Brown bunnies hop along the street

and through the neighborhood.

They sniff at ev’ry sprig and sprout

and eat it if it’s good.

Butterflies and rainbows….

fairies in a ring….

clear blue skies and sunshine….

gentle air of Spring.

Our nation’s on a rampage –

bent on killing one another –

substituting guns and hatred

for a simple Love Thy Brother.

Children shooting children

to settle fights at school…

It seems a long, long time ago

when we taught the Golden Rule…

My kitties like their breakfast

and they like it right on time.

They’re not in to patient waiting.

If it’s early, that’s just fine.

The candle’s burning

clear and true.

You always know

it’s there for you.