The start is now, no time to waste.
There’s no need to hurry or need for haste.
No need to rush, just plan it out.
Then wishes come true without a doubt.
Every second’s new and hours remain.
Cherish the past there’s much to gain.
Wear a smile upon your face.
Share with others your style and grace.
Dwell on the good, acknowledge the bad.
Time’s ever changing and some time’s bad.
Look for the negative and you’ll find a lot.
Lean towards the positive and sway when not.
Our state of mind leads the way.
Wake with vigor and enjoy the day.
Awaken to gloom and there’s nowhere to go.
I’m still surviving, so this I know.
Off to the mailbox for my monthly check,
when a crashing blow hit my neck.
I woke in a cell filled with other old guys.
We all laughed to find we’re all old spies.
An enemy hacked us and addresses found,
We were all then hostages held underground.
Our brains to be picked for treasure long lost,
the knowledge valuable as noted by their cost.
Across the hall were ladies we knew,
agents we recognized, but for a few.
A plan was hatched, arthritis be damned!
When a guard comes by they’ll be slammed.
We then waited and rested no need to hurry.
Naps are good and we’ve no need to worry.
The ladies then flirted with mature confidence.
The guard withered by worldly effervescence.
The code culled we shuffled to get free,
arm in arm in groups of three.
Footsteps heard then alarm bells rang.
Adrenaline soared and up we sprang.
Youth’s no match for the well-seasoned mind.
We hid in the shadows for them to find.
One by one the threats were gone.
And soon I’d be home to cut my lawn.
The weeds a bugger and leaves make a mess.
The grandkids expected, sorry to digress.
Now back to the story, before I forget.
We found the exit but the passage was wet.
Those rascals in charge too had a plan.
They’d drown us all like the cruelest hit man.
But optimists they are thinking they’d win.
As experts we’re all with the simple hairpin.
The water knee high and their lock we’d picked.
And soon they’d see who’d be tricked.
Gray, white and bald we glistened in the sun.
We strode out together, too old to run.
The culprits scrambled but soon were caught.
The lesson learned is time has taught.
And sometime silver is better than gold,
a precious reward growing old.
If love is blind I need to see no more.
The vision in my mind’s everlasting and pure.
If love is blind the future I now see,
our senses felt as one, together you and me.
If to know love’s blind the truth then is clear.
Each time I close my eyes her touch is always near.
If to know what you feel your sight then is set.
Eyes see each other and stare with no regret.