You and your siblings,
The demise of your mother,
Each of you, splintered spokes,
Blaming one another
For not pulling your fair share
Of the wagon’s weight.
Look at the spent hub of the family,
As she feebly tries
To keep you all together.
What is the secret to their longevity?
I know it’s easy to complain about things that that we can’t do anymore. So I’d like to introduce you to a few of my age-defying pals who have clearly avoided the complaint syndrome that often surrounds all of us.
There is a rolling river
Peeking ‘round the bend
I look at it and shiver
Cause I know that soon the end
Will be a 'coming for
That man just up the road
So many sins he needs to pay
His heart has a heavy load
The water tells me…
I still have AOL!
I have never changed my primary email address. There. I have said it. I still have my ancient AOL address from decades ago.
I know, it ages me. Anyone who looks at my email address knows that I am not just an adult. I am old.
The light is dimming over my mother’s wet and glassy eyes. Her hair, the color of dull pewter, frames her face with no purpose.
Gone the person I once knew, buoyant, with a laugh that exploded over a good food with gravy. Now she stares blankly into space. …
Don’t we all wish we could do one more crazy thing?
As I’ve gotten older, I realize that time is trickling away. There are lots of things I haven’t done, and I suspect many people feel the same way I do.
So many of us have lived a life full…
We board the boat,
Wave, and line the rails,
This is our time,
And we have to make the most of it.
As the ship pulls away from the port,
We rock back-and-forth
In the misty air,
The wind kissing our cheeks
As the gulls slowly
Disintegrate in the distance.