Living the Aging Life

It’s not to late to have a dream,

and have that dream come true.

It’s not too late for joy and hope

and a life fulfilled for you.

May blessings come your way today

like clouds of butterflies,

bringing laughter to your lips

and sparkle to your eyes.

My Princess –

the “Aristocrat” –

would like to be

an Only Cat.

She’d like to look

around and be

the Only Cat

that she can see.

The mind’s a mighty funny thing,

‘cuz whether you are serf or king,

the mind can lift its wings to fly

and scour the reaches of the sky.

I’d like to see some moderation

saturate this entire nation.

I’d like us to be swept away

by waves of “Nice” in all we say.

I’d like attacks of courtesy

to overcome the folks I see.

I’d like that “Me First!” attitude

replaced by Grace.

 Cut out the rude.

I’d like a little passion for

the kinds of acts that I adore:

like listening and honesty

and plain respect for you and me.

What is life, if not for living?

What is love, if not for giving?

One place each can make a start:

share a loving, giving heart.

We used to think it was OK

to own another man.

Our progress can be halting,

still, we do the best we can.

We’ll have three days of summer.

Then, I’m sorry to report,

the weather will be changing and

the days start getting short.

My lilac tree gets weaker,

sicker, frailer year by year.

I’m afraid that one day, I’ll look out –

and she’ll just disappear.

Faith and hope still mean a lot.

In fact, they may be all we’ve got.