Living the Aging Life

May this day be filled with miracles.

And may those miracles show

that your life is filled with miracles.

And may those miracles grow.

The morning’s quiet.

White with snow.

The schools are closed.

The kids don’t go.

I have a lot of plans. Instead,

I think I’ll hop back in to bed.

The clouds have loosed their cover

so the sun’s come out to play.

It’s hard to find more beauty

than a sunny Northwest Day.

“May you live in interesting times.”

You must agree:  We do!

I’d like a little boredom,

if it’s all the same to you.

I’m counting up my blessings.

The number is so high

that my count of many blessings

reaches nearly to the sky.

The groundhog has no shadow.

He’s decided he will hide

inside his buried burrow

‘til the winds and snow subside.

But back in Pennsylvania

they have Punxatawney Phil,

who’s bolder far and ready

to face up to winter chill.

So some of us think winter days

and some are thinking spring.

And none of us has any clue

what coming days will bring.

I am writing for the future.

I am writing for the past.

I am writing for posterity.

I hope my words will last.

I am writing for amusement.

I am writing for the fun.

I am writing ‘cause I  love

to write from dawn to setting sun.

I love to see the words I write.

I love to feel them flow.

I am loving what I’m writing

and it makes my glad heart glow!

I stepped outside.

Looked all around me.

Not a single groundhog

did I see.

If there’s no groundhog,

then how will I know,

if we’re gonna have

some winter snow?

May Love and Blessings come your way.

May you know Joy this very day!

I’d be a vegetarian if I could give up meat.

The world is filled with tasty things that I could use to eat.

But I really cannot lie to you.  I cannot tell a fib.

I must admit I really like delicious, hot prime rib.