As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often