Another year’s gone by too fast. But the birthday stress now has past. I had too much cake and coffee too, had a party and stepped in poo. ~ Perhaps an omen or maybe not, or a reminder of things forgot. Crappy stuff happens every day. And we often slip along the way. ~ Yesterday being our only prep, surprises await with every step. Life can stink as we all know, but sometime wrapped with a bow. ~ My shoes now scraped, no damage done. My time ahead I’ll wish for fun. I won’t let aging make me sad, the alternative being really bad.
Almost sixty, though I’m not quite there.
But I’ve learned some things I’d like to share.
First; get up early and watch the sun rise.
Then the world will get brighter before your eyes.
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Indulge your passions whenever you can.
Allow yourself time and have a plan.
Make others happy and they’ll do the same.
Accept your mistakes when you’re to blame.
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Give freely your love and never resist.
Make the most of life’s many turns and twists.
Take note of the bad but never complain.
Look for the good and don’t dwell on the pain.
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This list could run on but I’d rather not preach.
Though it’s always important to learn and to teach.
So just one more thing before I go;
If you’re in love, be sure you let them know.
Hurry up it’s getting late,
the morning’s nearly past.
I missed today’s sunrise
and the roads are filling fast.
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It’s not that I’ve a place to go,
or anyone I need to see.
I just like the early morning time,
it’s when my mind is free.
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I prefer to write at first light
and be ready when my darling wakes.
She’ll sip a coffee and read her poem,
with a couple of kissing breaks.
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Our day then starts happily
and continues through the night.
Then we’ll snuggle once again
and know that all’s alright.
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Whispers we’ll share and more kisses too,
until our eyelids weigh.
We’ll dream about each other
and yet another wonderful day.
If you’re having manopause a guynecoligyst you must see. They’ll gently cup your stuff and ask you how you pee. It should come as no surprise, it happens when we age. There’s little cause for worry and no need for any rage. ~ As we all grow older things will begin to move. Sometimes things won’t work even when we’re in the groove. The pain at times can rightly get us scared. But if the boys were gone you know you’d feel weird. ~ If you just felt a twinge your time is soon to come. But if you feel anything it’s better than being numb. I know I’m not a doctor, but I know one thing for sure. To keep the golden nuggets, wishing is not a cure.
Wedding bells were ringing, tolling strong and loud. My nephew walked the aisle, standing tall and proud. His bride by his side, smiles from ear to ear. Her excitement is quite evident, her feelings are quite clear. ~ First exchanging vows, then a kiss shared. Their devotion’s on display, truly now declared. The future is their beacon, a new family’s cast. Their eyes tell the story of a love to last and last.
The poet’s journal’s an open book, so come on in and take a look. There are all the emotions to be found, there’s also thoughts on sight, smell and sound. ~ Pages are filled with love and heartbreak, with lots more between for give and take. There’s sunsets galore and sunrises more, starlit nights and seasons for sure. ~ Sometimes funny, most times not, it might not be good but there’s a lot. Bring your glasses and forget the phone, with a poet to listen you’re never alone. ~ You might be a muse or giver of clues, I may write a poem about your new shoes. We’ll sip some coffee in the shade, the day will end but a friendship made. ~ Our time will be logged with notes on the side, with a flourish embellished or at least tried. But if you can’t make it that’s OK too, it’s all online to be shared with you.
I woke today a poet, dreams now in view. The sun’s soon to rise on a world truly new. My eyes open wide, heart beats on high. Senses all a tingle, colors fill the sky. ~ Birds spread their joy, they sing me a song. Their sounds inspire feelings pure and strong. A cat sleeps on a table-top, seemingly unaware. My darling’s soon to wake, morning we will share. ~ Thoughts and emotions again will flow. Hugs and kisses let us both know. The future is beginning when we rise. Our time is surely now, why compromise.
With every little word, a soulful love song is heard, expressing thoughts that we share. Our silence would be absurd. ~ With every little glance, we fall into the lovers’ trance, dreaming the dreams that we share. And we never miss the chance. ~ With every little kiss, we’ve a little bit of bliss, it’s a feeling that we share. Being sad would be remiss. ~ With every passing day, we laugh, love, work and play, we’ve interests that we share. There can be no better way. ~ With every poem I write, her presence felt is my light, it’s the vision that we share. Then we kiss and say goodnight.
Dutifully wound when I rise each and every day. Staring at my watch I see the time’s ticking away. The band now snugger as the weight begins to rise. Its numbers memorized unseen through aging eyes. ~ Wear’s now apparent, shimmer gone from its case. Distress now etched forever on a once smooth face. Hours once familiar now simply shades of grays. Precision now is lacking in this twilight phase. ~ With each wind a moment gone, a moment less to see, this time we spend on time are moments not to be. I know the day’s coming when the spring loses its twist. But til then, I’m sure, today lives upon my wrist.
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