Living the Aging Life

There’s lots of love for all the world.

There’s love enough to share.

And when we’ve loved ‘bout all we can…

there still is love to spare.

Rest and be thankful.

Sleep through the night.

Waken tomorrow to

dawn’s gentle light.

I wake up in the morning….

…find that Daphne’s feet are still…

…and I miss my Dancing Daphne…

…and I ‘spose I always will.

There are folks who claim that choc’late

is the Dish For Which to Die.

But I think there must be a place

for Home-made Lemon Pie.

May your day be bright with sunshine.

May your path stretch wide and clear.

May your eyes light up with laughter.

May your heart be filled with cheer.

The Uvalde children haunt me.

Mostly gone now from our mind.

Leaving still their silent message:

for our children, please be kind.

Rest and be thankful.

 A listening heart.

A night’s gentle slumber.

And, then, a new start.

I live alone with two old cats.

The cats live here with me.

We’re growing old, these cats and I.

We’re still good company.

An elusive zebra’s on the run!

She’s gotten loose!  She’s having fun!

Sugar’s romping through North Bend,

but she would like to have a friend.

Her nerves were getting in a frazzle

when she met up with Razzle Dazzle.

Razzle Dazzle is a horse, so

Sugar stayed with her, of course.

She had a friend to graze beside

while people hunted far and wide.

When they found her ‘twas a puzzle

to coax her in without a muzzle.

They tempted her with oats and bread

and led her to her trailer bed.

Sugar’s taste of liberty

was lots of fun, and she felt free.

Now she’s secure, behind a fence.

A Zebra’s Life.  Does this make sense?

If I were a cat

I’d sit and purr.

I’d find a lap

and lick my fur.

I’d eat up ev’ry bit of dinner

and never worry ‘bout getting thinner.

I’d eat up each and ev’ry bite

and come to my bowl with an appetite.

And then I’d sleep the day away

and dream of my Cat Holiday.