Living the Aging Life

Drowsy eyes and droopy heads.

Pajamaed feet crawl in their beds.

A muffled cough.

A baby’s cry..

We hear a quiet lullaby.

Don’t turn around.

And don’t look back.

No longer can you be there.

Lift your eyes.

And face ahead.

Deal with what you see there.

Today’s the longest of the year.

The days grow shorter starting here.

The inter-planetary path

brings shorter days as aftermath.

I wish the bright days could be stronger.

Wish the sun could linger longer.

Wish the skies could shine and brighten.

Wish our hearts could lift and lighten.

All things have a time and season.

Guess the solstice has its reason.

Days do what they’re meant to do.

Their length’s not up to me or you.

I want a magic carpet ride

to sail me through the skies.

I want to rub a genie lamp

to bring a big surprise.

I want to scatter pixie dust

to charm my path somewhere.

But, most of all, when I arrive,

I want to find you there.

Heavy eyes and sleepy heads.

 We’re all heading for our beds.

Snuggly blankets.  Pulled up tight.

Into Dreamland for the night.

I want a fairy to dance by

with magic wand and twinkling eye.

She’ll coax and tug me by my hand

and whisk me off to Fairy Land.

My early morning garden

is a quiet place of rest.

And in the silent sunrise

this old earth seems at her best.

Make life explode with joy

for you as you go through this day.

May you know fun and happiness

each step along life’s way.

America is standing tall.

Our flag is flying high.

Hand in hand…across this land…

Together.

You and I.

America.

My country.

Full assault on liberty.

America.

My homeland.

We are standing.

We are free.