Living the Aging Life

A ship lays in the harbor

gently moving, to and fro.

It’s waiting for an open dock.

Till then:  no place to go!

Did you see the moon last night?

It filled my room with a shimmering light.

It blazed an arc cross the Southern sky –

it’s beauty complete to my sleepy eye.

I didn’t win the lott’ry

so I guess I’ll do my chores.

I’ll wash up the breakfast dishes and

I’ll sweep up all the floors.

I’ll make the bed and pick up stuff and

to show I’m not a quitter,

I’ll go downstairs and face the task

of cleaning up kitty litter.

And when the house is all cleaned up

I’ll recognize with sorrow

that every thing that I just did

must be done again tomorrow.

A ship is still stuck

in the Suez Canal.

It’s blocking all traffic.

I’m telling you, Pal,

that finding an answer’s

not easy or quick, and

getting the ship loose will

be quite a trick.

The thinkers are thinking.

The dredgers are dredging.

The ship is still stuck.

It took quite a wedging.

It’s a tale for the Ages.

I’m telling you, Pal,

‘bout the ship that got stuck

in the Suez Canal.

Another bunch of people got shot

‘cause they went to the groc’ry store.

The gun rights activists just say:

Your whining’s such a bore!

So ten more quiet people died

in a blaze of searing pain.

And angry shooters load their guns

and wait to shoot again.

There’s a Virus among us.

It comes with a cost.

The cost can be measured

in lives that are lost.

It rages among us.

It strikes as it will.

It mutates and changes.

It never stands still.

Google’s always fresh and wired.

Always friendly, never tired.

Never bored. Never complaining.

She always ends “and tomorrow it’s raining.”

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