Living the Aging Life

The clouds are pushing down to the earth

with a cold, unfeeling gray.

They’re offering gloomy promise

for a cold December day.

The skies are weeping:  dismal and gray.

It’s another typical Northwest day.

The Virus is all I think about.

The Virus controls my mind.

In many ways the life I knew

is gone.  It’s left behind.

The Virus rages upward with its deadly count.

Tragic daily losses continue to mount.

Lives flicker out as the seconds go by.

Day after day – more Americans die.

The fairies will scatter fairy dust

and sprinkle it o’er your head,

and lighten the night with moonbeams

for a cover for your bed.

I found three pieces of Halloween candy!

I scarfed them down in a flash!

Aren’t I just The Lucky One

to find such a fortunate stash?

The word of the day is:  Merrymaking—

It implies doing things with Glee.

It suggests that there are folks around

who are light-hearted company.

It evokes a diff’rent time of life –

when we weren’t all just wracked with strife.

So, I hope one day we’ll again Make Merry –

 that it’s not obsolete in the dictionary—

and we’ll find pleasure in undertaking

a grand old day of Merrymaking.