Living the Aging Life

I don’t know when or where or why.

It don’t know how or who.

But of one thing I’m very sure:

I’m always here for you.

I’ll slide down a rainbow.

I’ll float on the wind.

I’ll pluck four-leaf clovers.

I’ll make a new friend.

I’ll chase after moonbeams.

I’ll dance in the sun.

And when the day’s over,

I’ll laugh with my fun.

May you know peace

and a quiet heart…

and, when you rise,

a fresh new start.

Let’s share this eve together.

I will sing along with you.

Let’s lift our voices up with song –

a lullaby for two.

They say that April is a onth

of tricks and treachery.

And from the way she’s starting out,

it looks that way to me.

Please take my hand

and walk with me.

Let’s speak of gentle things.

Let’s talk of birds and butterflies…

…a meadow lark that sings.

Let’s speak of kindness in the land —

of things we hope to see.

Let’s walk together.  Hand in hand.

I’m glad you’re here with me.

Pray for our country.

Pray for its heart.

Pray that our people

can make a new start.

Pray for our country.

Pray for its soul.

Pray that our people

again will be whole.

Day ends.  Night falls.

The stillness comes.

It’s time for us to rest.

And in the quiet

of the night,

we know we’ve done our best.

May your day be like a butterfly:

delicate and light.

Touching gently here and there.

Beautiful…and bright.