Living the Aging Life

A candle is like Magic –

always steady, always true –

always sending out its bright clear light

to mark a path for you.

The news just seems to pad along —

One Bad Thing After Another.

And if the news isn’t bad enough,

there’s something worse to discover.

The crowds have gathered at Buckingham Palace.

They’ve come to honor their Queen.

A period of history has passed.

Who knows what this will mean.

We have the tools for destruction.

We have the tools to grow.

It’s really for Mankind to choose

which way we want to go.

The candle’s burning brightly –

sends its promise straight to you.

This day will be a day of joy

with happiness for you.

The Yang Ming’s in the harbor.

Quiet.

Waiting for her turn.

She’ll soon off-load her cargo.

Back to Taiwan she’ll return.

Prince Philip died at 99.

He lived to a ripe old age.

All eyes will be on England.

His death’s taking center stage.

A crow is pecking across my lawn.

He’s pecking in a steady row.

If I were a bug, I’d hunker down…

I’d try to get away from that crow!

What the World needs most

is a lot more Words….

and it needs those words to rhyme.

It needs more words that

lilt and sing

and cause our hearts to climb.

It needs more words

of joy and praise —

of happiness and love.

And it needs more words

that lift our eyes

to the sun-lit sky above.

It needs more words

 that heal our hearts

and extend a helping hand.

It needs more words of

Brotherhood

to reach out across this land.

25 hundred died last night.

Is this never going to end?

Just when things were hopeful,

we’ve started an upward trend.

Some folks went without a mask –

thinking that all was fine.

For some, that was a sad mistake.

Death waited down the line.