Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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.

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

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

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

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