Living the Aging Life

You can’t repay an angel

for the goodness of her heart.

Somehow a simple thank-you

seems a decent place to start.

May good surround you

and uphold you.

May your heart be blessed.

May your life be bathed in sunshine.

May you find happiness.

Love’s a funny, fragile thing.

It hurts, yet makes our hearts to sing.

It gives us hope to face our day

and strengthen us along the way.

The sun lifts o’er the Cascade peaks

to smile on the world below.

Rivers, forests, fields and cities

wake up in a golden glow.

Love’s a soft and gentle thing

to ease one’s soul along.

And love’s a mighty force of power

to help one’s heart be strong.

I’m lifted up on angel wings.

A soul at peace.  A heart that sings.

Our country’s free of missile strikes—

of bombs, and blasts, and tanks.

No armies occupy our soil.

For this, we give our thanks.

There’s lots of love still to be found

in a world that’s full of woe.

It’s up to ev’ry one of us

to help love thrive and grow.

Sometimes a soul needs chicken soup

to chase the lows away.

This ode is meant as chicken soup

to ease your day today.

I count my blessings

and I wonder why

the whole wide world’s

not as lucky as I.