Living the Aging Life

A little brown bunny sits

under my rose…

camouflaged, silent,

wrinkling his nose.

Two dead.

Twenty-two shot.

It’s a world of hatred,

like it or not.

My soul is restless.

Ill at ease.

I’ve contracted

COVID Heart Dis-Ease.

I’m burning a candle for myself.

It’s been that kind of day.

I need the candle to remind:

It all will be Okay.

My garden gate is open.

I hope you will step in.

We can have a friendly visit.

Then, I hope you’ll come again.

Now the killing’s in San Jose.

A killer picks up his gun,

goes to the rail yard where he works,

and shoots down every one.

There’s a “waning gibbous moon” tonight.

But, I won’t see it happen.

The skies are raining, gloom, and drear

and I’ll be in bed a nappin’.

I wake each morning with a hopeful heart

that sets me on my way

and I’m thankful for the gifts of joy

that fill my life each day.