What a Token Can Be Rewrite

I hear the song of Magic Sleep On Soundscapes during the night The days now are so quiet Neighbors next door vaccinated with children Have short parties and cookies and juice But then cars disappear and sounds suddenly are reduced And as silence returns I ponder When and where can I retrieve What I was and now can be No more driving — careful of seizures And medicines which make it harder to see At this time of life where can I Leave my mark and where can my Token of an existing life truly be Yes I take care of my pets A crow and squirrel and I Meet for breakfast regularly Perhaps after the next shot of vaccine I can return with food and puppy treats For pets and veterans' lunch pleasant and serene But pain is always there so I seek help and heat And on evening Wednesdays I will listen to the hum Of meditation with others and the Teacher's welcome And so my token of life may be A badge of acceptance in a small slice of life But not diminished to any great degree Elements of change a union of soul and body A living token of the great branching tree The tree of life both active then still As all living things will be.