Living the Aging Life

If I were King of England

I would never make my bed.

I wouldn’t do my shopping.

I’d send some one else instead.

I wouldn’t clean the litter box.

I wouldn’t hunt the unpaired socks.

I’d entertain distinguished bores.

But never, ever, do my chores.

Today I send you love and joy

for happiness in your day.

And, I’m tossing in some pixie dust

for sparkle along the way.

I’ve been out planting tulips

underneath my lilac tree.

In my head, I have an image of a

Springtime Harmony.

But I have a little worry that

the bunnies won’t agree.

I hope that they’ll remember

that the tulips are for ME.

Here’s a lullaby for a lonely heart.

Here’s a lullaby for caring.

Here’s a lullaby for sweet, sweet dreams.

Here’s a lullaby for sharing.

Russia School Shootings

Now they’re killing kids in Russia.

There’s madness in the land.

Where’s the point in shooting children?

I’ll never understand.

Where’s the point in shooting children?

It’s World War III by proxy.

Ukraine sends its fighting men.

Though it isn’t Orthodoxy,

it is still a war we’re in.

The Uvalde children haunt me.

Always shadows on my mind.

Little faces fade to darkness.

Only mem’ries stay behind.

Life without Tucker

just isn’t the same.

No walk to the beach.

No ball-fetching game.

No picking up dog toys

or poop in the yard.

Life without Tucker’s

incredibly hard.

Pomp and Pageantry.

What a way to go!

I don’t want Royalty myself,

but it does make quite a show!