Living the Aging Life

I fin’ly “get” old  Elmer Fudd.

He hated wascally wabbits!

They’re omnipresent creatures

with rapacious eating habits.

Today I light my candle.

I send my best to you.

I hope this day brings happiness.

Each moment.

All day through.

I HATE to cross the Boulevard!

Crossing the Boulevard is HARD!

First, you have to cross, and, then,

you have to make it back again!

—–So far, so Good!

My candle burns for all the world.

Bright hope for all to see.’

It sends out beauty to the world.

It shines for you and me.

Before I go to sleep each night,

I think about my day.

I wonder ‘bout the world ahead…

if Man will find a way.

I think about the things I’ve done

and what I ought to do.

And then I close my tired eyes

and pray and me and  you.

My garden’s still and silent.

There’s a single butterfly.

Not a bird sings out a greeting.

Not a cloud drifts gently by.

They need some food.

They need some water.

That’s all OK.

But, I think they oughter

just change their plan.’

Can it be too hard?

And graze in someone else’s yard.

Today I wish all well for you.

May kindness mark your day.

And may you show the best in you

with all you do and say.

I’ve had enough!

I’ve Gone To War!

I just won’t take this ANY MORE!

I won’t stand down!

I won’t RETREAT!

They’d best find someplace else to eat!

The Uvalde children haunt me.

Wrenching mem’ries from the past.

Laughing voices on a playground.

Little lives that didn’t last.