Living the Aging Life

Technology’s a mystery.

What it can do astounds me.

And what it chooses not to do

confuses and confounds me.

The bunnies like to visit me.

They do the Bunny Hop!

Their noses wiggle with delight

as they eat up my crop.

My garden is a smorgasbord.

A festive, rabbit-table.

The rabbits eat each growing plant

as fast as they are able.

The Aardvark and the Zebra

make a most unlikely pair.

In fact, to think about it,

they’re a blt hard  to compare.

The  Aardvark is lethargic.

He’s an unattractive beast.

His anti-social habits

don’t endear him in the least.

The Zebra is a beauty,

fast and fluid on his feet,

drawing looks of admiration

from each one he gets to meet.

You’d think, among the animals,

the Zebra would be first,

and somewhere down the lineup

sluggish Aardvark would be worst.

But in the world of alphabets,

of letters and of books,

reality is diff’rent.

It is not the way it looks.

Aardvark is a creature

that the Zebra should have passed,

but alphabet makes Aardvark first.

The Zebra’s always last.

The moon was fat and full and big,

shimmering with light.

It spread a golden glow of rays

to brighten up our night.

The pretty pink primrose lifts up her face

and smiles at the morning sun.

Her simile seems to say –in the prettiest way—

that a welcome new season’s begun.

This little blessing comes to you

to comfort you and hold you.

And from its depths of quietude

may  simple peace enfold you.

Morning awakens

to shoo off the night.

She spreads out her greeting

and bathes us with light.

The Uvalde children haunt me.

Once they were, but now they’re gone.

Faded mem’ries stir among us.

Time grows dim.  We’re moving on.