Living the Aging Life

Ev’ry day I Think about Things,

but, I don’t reach a Firm Conclusion.

I think, and I ponder, and I scratch my head,

but it ends in Mixed Confusion.

The candle is burning,

clear, and true.

It’s shining its golden

light for you.

(In Memory of Oliver)

A cat confines her int’rest

to the things she wants to do.

And the cat has not much int’rest

in the task of pleasing you.

A dog will show affection

quick as falling off a log.

To a cat you’re just the furniture.

A cat is not a dog.

Something’s eating my tulip leaves.

I DO NOT THINK IT’S FUNNY.

The damage is extensive and

I’m afraid it’s the Big Black Bunny.

He’s welcome to scamper thru my yard

and hop up the neighbor’s stair.

But if he eats my tulips that

Black Bunny had Best Beware!

Every day I’m a wee bit older.

Every day I’m a bit more tired.

Every day I’m more astonished

‘bout the news that has transpired.

Every day I struggle to adapt.

My life just rearranges!

Every day I work to figure out

how to handle all these changes.

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The gentle night

lays its quiet hand

over everything I see.

Day’s end brings rest to

my weary soul

and sleep to comfort me.

I wish for you a lovely day.

I wish you a heart that’s light.

I wish you a day of dancing steps

where everything’s just right.