Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion