The older I get, the simple things become more important and I am learning to be okay with that. 8-23-2024.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
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 dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.