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.
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