Living the Aging Life

There’s an Area Code called 564.

My brain can’t stand this any more.

My brain has much too much to do.

Now we’re running out of numbers, too!

I don’t like to do the dishes.

I don’t like most any chore.

When I hit the Lott’ry

I won’t do them anymore.

The vaccine pace keeps going up.

The death rate’s inching lower.

The virus still is raging

but the reach of death is slower.

Guide me in my steps today

that I might do my best.

Sooth and comfort me tonight

and help my soul find rest.

My kitty came to sleep with me

up back on my easy chair.

It’s rather pleasant company

to hear her purring there.

Ev’ry morning when I wake up,

I put hot coffee in my coffee cup.

The coffee taste is a nice surprise and

the caffeine jolt opens up my eyes.

Today, I dyed my Easter eggs.

Yes, I know it’s a little early.

But, I looked outside at the dripping sky.

I was feeling cross and surly.

So I brought spring color into the house

and it wasn’t very long,

before the cheerful Easter eggs

filled up my heart with song.

The weather’s cold.

And gray.  And harsh.

I guess we’re still

in the Midst of March.

Five hundred forty thousand have died.

The death rate’s slightly slowing.

We’re going back to biz’ness as usu’l.

The apathy is growing.