Senior Moments

I was sitting in the White Horse Pub in San Francisco, waiting for my daughter to get off her shift as bar tender and wait staff in the dining area.  I had just flown into Oakland Airport, took the shuttle bus to the Pub.  The shuttle driver had allowed me to sit in the front seat.  Getting out, I inadvertently bumped the lock switch and locked the luggage in the Van, motor running etc.  Poor man didn’t have a spare key.  He had to get his boss to come from Daley City with a key. As I waited, I felt a poem coming on. So here it is.

A lovely sunset viewed through the green trees of life.

If my life is but a day,
The afternoon is waning.
The evening’s gulls sail through the mist,
Time’s momentum … gaining.

As the sun dips slowly down
It sends arrays of light
Fills horizon’s clouds with pink
To ward away the night.

How do I feel about this time?
Wanting still to give?
I slowly slip to join the twilight,
Wanting so to live.

Tulip Festival in Mount VernonI reach back but can’t retrieve
The days that have gone by.
I can only reminisce
And breathe nostalgic sigh.

Concurrent things do settle in …
A sort of letting go …
Accepting peacefully “what is”
And there I too can grow.

Is it that beauty comes with age?
The quiet gentle knowing?
Facing weakness with great grace
Is it the best of growing?

Seattle Zoo ... Couldn't find a cougar, but ... smile!

A streak of absent mindedness,
A painful here and there.
Ah, yes! Like birth, this death must come …
We must begin … prepare.

Relax and watch the growth and learn …
Serenity sublime.
For we are not descending here,
But instead we climb.

Towards we know not what, but trust
That Chaos has a plan.
Our lives the blueprint, Birth to Death …
The making of a Man.

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