Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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.

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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