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Her day is spent gathering straw
And baking in the sun,
Tucking little pale-petaled things into the soil,
And finally surrendering to the web of the evening
Unfurling into a deck chair to listen to the night
The silvery notes from the trees thread tenderly over
There was a spot on the floor
I would come home, next to the wall,
And I would drop everything
To lie there, on my side, greeted by the welcome abrasion of the beige carpet
Listening to the hum of the kitchen,
The house was asleep but I was free
To quietly drink up these last bits of childhood
I had that, but now it is only an echo
Something to fish out of my my pocket
To look at, inspect, as it glows weakly
Between the lines of my hands
I shouldn't complain,
Have I really earned the right
In my life, to feel regret?
I shouldn't mind getting older
Mom does it so well, The lines in her face reflect little more than a pearl-woven solitude And a calm and steady love for her children
And as I am one of them,
I tell myself that's all anyone needs,
I am for one moment soothed into sleep
touching your soft skin
watching you smile while staring into space lost in thought
in complete disbelief that you are here in the same vicinity as me
wanting this moment to last forever
knowing the truth of it is you have to go home
loving you from a distance is not an easy thing
however we both find strength to manage despite each disadvantage
you make remaining faithful easy anyway
my upbringing inspires my internal personality
your previous experiences are the blueprint of your current stance
touching my coarse hands
stealing kisses beneath the surface of my timidity
stroking me with your hand slowly relaxing my heart rate
wanting to take it all further
knowing the truth of it is i have to go home
loving me from a distance is not a simple thing
getting my attention at all is a miracle within itself
in complete disbelief that you even acknowledged my presence
getting older has broadened your horizons
my previous experiences set the standard for how i now handle it all
I wish, while getting older, as adults we could devise...
a way to grow up and mature…but keep our child eyes.
For children do not see differences in our color, sex or name...
They hold hands and talk to everyone…
as if we we’re all the same.
Children welcome all visitors who enters through their door.
Theirs is a world of peace and love…They do not think of war.
I have no proof it would be different
but I do love to surmise...
what our world would look like today
if we had kept our child eyes?
Would we welcome all visitors who enter through our door?
Would ours be a world of peace…would we never think of war?
Would we not see differences in our colors, sex or names
Would we hold hands and talk to everyone…
as if we were all the same?
69th Birthday
March 10
Birthday is when you celebrate
Your birth on the planet Earth
Accumulating memories and wisdom
Through six decades
Wishing you a day filled with
Bunches of joy and happiness
You are not getting older
Interesting is the word that describes you
Intro
This year has ended
And found me deeper in debt
A couple more gray hairs
And a handful of regrets
It ended and it seemed
Just a little colder
And looking in the mirror
I look a tad bit older
That little ache I had
Has now become a pain
And resolutions made last year
I'll visit once again
Chorus
But I'm not worried
Because I'll start something new
Not living in the passed
And do what I must do
Looking only forward
Though coming from behind
Not thinking getting older
Just ageing like fine wine
instrumental
It ended and it seemed
Just a little colder
And looking in the mirror
I look a tad bit older
That little ach I had
Has now become a pain
And resolutions made last year
I'll visit once again
Chorus
But I'm not worried
Because I'll start something new
Not living in the passed
And do what I must do
Looking only forward
Though coming from behind
Not thinking getting older
Just ageing like fine wine
Life
I've studied all religions
From sea to shining sea
Look into intuition
And old philosophies
I've Always been A seeker
of what I thought was truth
I know you think with all those studies
Something would take root
Sitting 'round campfires
While reeding, I'm from Mars
Dreaming about my Venus
And commuting with stars
I have to admit my friends
Didn't think it 'Couth"
But That's how I spent my time
When I was a youth
Chorus
I spent my life meditating
Sitting lotus style and contemplating
And looking for the piece, this puzzle would fit
Always looking toward tomorrow, Before I lived my day in sorrow
Realizing ---Boy--
"This Is It"
As a destination
But recently did another
Calculation
The answer I have found is
"This is it"
But now I'm older and I see
What I've been seeking
is the inner me
And that I've been
here all along
Time and tide they do not wait,
We all have heard it said,
And there are some who seem to view,
The ebb and flow with dread.
They do their best to stave it off,
And live in deep denial,
Trying not to show their age,
And viewing it as trial.
A tribulation of some sort,
A thing to be avoided,
Forgetting in their quest for youth,
That age can be exploited;
For with age comes experience,
That younger folks don't have.
Things that you have done before,
Is to them enclave.
A thing to them as yet untried,
Is foreign territory.
They'll listen to your wisdom,
And practiced oratory;
For things that to the younger set,
Appear a mystery,
For older folks is just old hat,
And it's just history;
So if we learn to use our age,
Accept it as a friend,
We'll age as does fine wine and so,
Won't face a bitter end.
We have to learn to face some facts,
That some things must betide.
You can run from age my friend,
But you can never hide.
Not fretting couldn’t be gladder about getting podgy?
Forgetting about a stodgy bladder that’s definitely dodgy?
Sadder even snotty about needing a potty..regretting being dotty
Betting some grotty grumps about bumps & lumps anything spotty
Sometimes memory stumps.. only remember embers now befuddled
Somehow the huddled cast of the distant past still cuddled
Ashes of once clear flashes of near yesteryear appear muddled
Ribald oracle.. grinning about going bald...hair thinning
Apart from the ears and nose where it shows..grows & flows
Can't pretend follicle foes & woes.. do descend dear friend
Clearer you're now nearer to the rear end than the beginning
Refined increasingly find you do become more kind
Other than the tumour of another baby boomer
Defined needy seedy greedy.. must feed me consumer
Not a rumour..increasingly I pined for candour and humour
Chaps can perhaps blossom as a wined & dined late bloomer
No remorse.. scheming larrikin leaning's still in force
Gleaning the gleaming meaning of life is all about giving
Dreaming.. loving.. smile beaming and "living" of course
Happiness Has Found You
I had a vision or a dream
you caught the devils eye.
I stood and watched him as he watched
as you began to cry.
So much I've learned from life I lived
and now I'm getting older.
I saw an angel dressed in white
tap the devil on his shoulder.
The devil gave an eerie grin
and asked him what he wanted.
He said he's come to take away
all the things by which you're haunted.
The devil turned and shook his head
I heard his evil laughter.
The angel spoke unto your heart
and said from this day ever after.
You will be free of everything
by once you were afflicted.
Saving you from everything
to what once you were addicted.
Taking pain you one time knew
of suffering and great loss.
The angel took those things away
and nailed them to the cross.
The devil screamed in agony
saying “No! This cannot be!”
I watched the angel saving you
the way that he saved me.
I saw the chains just fall away
that at one time had bound you.
At last the locks were broken
and happiness has found you.
Edwin C Hofert
Rice paddy wakes up ready to be planted.
Where are those lazy farmers?
Snicker laughs. Nothing lazy about them.
They are the most cheerful workers she knows
She feels swampy today, colder than usual
The plow is heading her way,
She can see it a bit past the tiered fields
Golden streams snaking through tall verdant grasses
She waves, but pointed bamboo hat man does not see
He is getting older, slower,
He does not bend as long over her as he used to
Gets more angry about the menacing rats too
Losing his grip in some ways
She learned that her sake is a hit in the west
No surprise to her.
Japan, Hanoi and Vietnam love it, don’t they?
She has heard old coolie brag about her rice, more than any other paddy.
Rice Paddy watches him turn the plow over to his son
Son is lazy. Should be getting plow himself. Spends too much time over nothing.
How will she fare when Old Man Farmer is no longer of this world?
She bows to him as he enters her waters, knowing she will miss him terribly.
Our house is filled with photographs depicting events both great and small…I find them in the pages of our family albums on our desks and framed upon our walls.
When I see them they make me smile…remembering a moment…and what’s more…I realize in each photo…chronologically… I’m a little older than the one taken before.
Yes, when looking at old photographs…I am mesmerized…I’m thoroughly engaged as I remember happy moments then think how much I’ve aged.
I remember each different moment… at a different time…in a different place…and I can’t help but also notice a few more wrinkles on my face.
Reminding me in black-and-white and color I’m not the young man I use to be…although I have to admit, over the years, this has less of a tender spot for me
Because when I gaze upon the photos in our albums, on our desks or on our walls, this I also see…how I’m surrounded in each photo…by my friends and family.
And when I look at every photo…I am smiling…I’m elated…which makes me proud of all those wrinkles all those smiles have created.
So now, when I walk around our house…
at whatever picture I happen to be glancing…
I feel my face…
as I remember the time…
the place…
and the people
who keep these wrinkles dancing.