Living the Aging Life

The Uvalde children haunt me.

Silent voices.  Mem’ries fade.

Bright new dawns rise up before us.

Yet we know the price they paid.

The Rubatino trucks are out.

It’s our garbage pick-up day.

We cart things in.

They haul stuff out.

The exchange is underway.

Ev’ry morn when I wake up

I pull a sip from my coffee cup.

I step outside and look around

to find some breakfast in this town.

Then I head out.

I don’t know where.

It’s a road that leads

 away from there.

The miles go by.

Not much around…

I’ll sleep tonight

in another town.

I’m a trav’ling man.

Be nice.

Be kind.

And wait your turn .

That’s all we need to do.

The earth will be a better place

for them, and me, and you.

There are dirty dishes in my sink.

It’s just impossible to think

that I’m the one who left them there…

 there’s no one else the blame to share…

I asked a genie for some wishes –

that he’d clean up the dirty dishes.

But, no, they’re still just waiting there….

I’m asking you:  is that quite fair?

The pretty February sun

is brighting up our day.

Its smile is reassurance

that Spring’s just a month away!

Night falls, and we close down our day.

We head for quiet sleep.

And now our eyes are closing.

Our rest is full, and deep.

Behold the dancing daffodils:

they spread their sunshine wide.

They splash delights of color as

they bring the Spring inside.

We send blessings to our travelers

for a safe, convenient trip,

for a flight that’s uneventful,

not a single hitch or blip!

Safe travels!

The forecast is for drizzle –

for a day of squishy weather.

There’s no use in complaining.

We are all in this together.