Living the Aging Life

My cats prefer kibble.

It puzzles me why

they’ll pass on the wet food

and lap up the dry.

My candle burns for those who need

some comfort and some care…

for those whose hearts are troubled…

for those who need a prayer.

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This lullaby’s for Shannon.

May it ease her troubled heart,

singing through the gath’ring shadows

and breaking them apart —

making openings for rainbows

that glow with bright delight —

and letting  sleep with  peaceful dreams

hold  quiet through her night.

My furnace is a-chuggin’ away.

We’ve slipped from summer to fall.

I ‘spect that pretty soon we’ll see

old Jack Frost come to call.

What’s a woman without a car?

How do you know just Who You Are?

Can you imagine how it feels

to be someone sans car and wheels?

Precious Kitty’s quite a cat.

She didn’t like where she lived at.

She shook her fur and sauntered on.

She moved right in with Cheryl and John.

Good Night, my Friend.

Lay down your head.

Now go where your dream takes you.

Let sleep be gentle

through the night,

and rise when morning wakes you.

Will  you walk along with me?

Will  you hold my hand?

Will you answer questions?

Will you help me understand?

Will you point out the direction,

show me where I ought to go?

For I am very frightened

and I need more time to grow.

Rubatino’s trucks are

lurching…grinding…

clearing out the street…

emanating silent menace

to each walker

that they meet.

My daughter found a white hair.

I’m more shocked than I can say.

You know you’re growing older

when your kid starts turning gray.