Living the Aging Life

I haven’t seen my good cat friend.

His name is Oreo.

He used to come and just drop in.

He’d often come and go.

Oreo is a neighbor’s cat.

I’ve no idea where he lives at.

But, he’d stop by for a bite to eat,

hitting me up for a little cat treat.

He’s carefully groomed and trimmed and vetted,

clearly accustomed to being petted.

He arches his back till I stroke his fur,

rewarding me, then, with a satisfied purr.

I’m just one stop on his daily rounds,

visiting neighbors, putting on pounds.

So where is my cat friend, Oreo?

I’m so afraid I’ll never know…..

I wanted to see Toronto

so I planned a trip this fall.

The trip has just been canceled.

I can’t go after all.

I’d like to go to Canada

to see this Vibrant City.

I am so disappointed

I’m just awash with my Self Pity!

The death rate keeps on rising.

Grim statistics don’t relent.

The Virus has encased us with

Malevolent Intent.

I’m waiting for the day to come —

one surely Heaven Sent!–

when we will all just look around

and wonder where it went.

I’d like to Honor my Favorite Fan.

She says: “You can do what you think you can”.

She’s pretty and kind and she’s also smart.

I give her my thanks with all my heart.

Life must be hard for Bunnies living out on city streets.

I know they can’t be choosy ‘bout just where they get their eats.

But, in the Spring, I really hope they’ll listen to my pleas:

Eat whatever else you want, but, pass on my Sweet Peas!

As soon as my head hits my Costco pillow,

I just go out like a light.

Some people worry and toss and turn,

but I am out for the night.

When these Virus Days are over

and again we get to go,

I’m afraid I won’t be going,

but right now I just don’t know.

I’ll be a good bit older

by the time this Virus ends.

I’ll be too old to travel….

and so will all my friends!

I broke my long, long fingernail

and therein lies a painful tale.

It broke across, beneath the quick.

Now it hurts like the Very Old Nick!

Dry mouth and a sweaty palm!

I fear my Ode doth not becalm.

My plan was just to bring her cheer.

Alas, it seems to bring her fear….

I love to shop at Trader Joe’s

 in the hours from 8 to 9.

The store is nearly empty.

There’s almost never a line.

The carts are sanitized and bright.

(I guess they wash them overnight).

Friendly staff grab from the shelf

items I can’t reach myself.

Other stores are bigger

so they carry lots more stuff.

But, for the basics that I need,

TJ’s has just enuf.