Musings about life


The Beauty of Life

What is life you might well ask
as it assumes it’s normal task
of keeping each one of us alive
although we know not the reason why
what is that spark that makes us live
and just as quickly can see us die
with a body adapted well as we grow
and returns to the earth when our last breath shows

What is it that the Maker creates
that spark of life to set us free
with only a few short years to our name
instead of living for eternity
and while alive we are at risk
of anyone of a number of things
sickness being the most common of all
many of the sort that our lives will fall.

We each have a limited amount of time
as the body grows old and gives up that spark
hoping to die a natural death
right up to our final breath
while we are alive and in our prime
there is an awful lot of living to do
as we progress our lives through the years
with laughter and happiness sorrow and tears.

Most of us as we go through life
are only concerned to lessen the strife
that impacts our lives and the ones that are dear
not giving a thought to those others out there
who each have their lives doing exactly the same
trying to live to the best of the game
and keep their families safe and sound
as time marches on and consequences abound.

In the end we will all die
no matter how hard we try
keeping fit and eating the right things
not taking risks as if we had wings
keeping our feet firmly on the ground
facing life whose troubles abound
and finally coming to the end
to return to the earth which is now our friend.

I am not afraid to die
yet I want to know the reason why
I did not last a few more years
going through life which I hold dear
leaving friends and pets behind
saying goodbye for that one last time
to return to the earth from where life began
gone forever from this land.

Written 2/12/2020



Springtime


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I look outside and can see it is Spring
everywhere I look the leaves are green
not the jaded look of time
but the fresh green look like sparkling wine
everything new and everything green
oh the beautiful time of Spring.

Flowers are blooming all over the place
all different kinds like they are in a race
to show off their colors so bright and gay
to chase the drab days of winter away
and when a flower has had its say
another blooms to show the way.

I really love this time of year
with things so green and the colors clear
after her sleep Nature awakes
and puts on her Springtime face
so that we can enjoy her beautiful show
and bathe in the beauty of her Springtime glow.

Written 4/7/2018

Thinking About Life and Death…


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How strange it is that truth be told
that when we grow so very old
our concepts and our outlooks change
just like we are playing out a game
there are no sides no choice to make
there are no winners for anyone’s sake
it matters not how you were born
man or woman rich or poor
or how you lived the life you had
whether good or sometimes bad
or if you had a God on high
somewhere up there in the sky
or if you ate the proper food
and exercised when in the mood
or took long walks to try to stay fit
even when you would rather sit
making the effort to prolong your life
staying clear of trouble and strife
and yet one day you will wake up dead
with nothing more that can be said
that you tried to beat impossible odds
that no one before even your God
has been able to do though many have tried
and history has proved and has not lied
that Man’s time on this earth is limited to
a few score years we know is true
and no one likes the bottom line
even over the course of time
our lives are over in the blink of an eye
we hardly have time to say goodbye
before a new life takes our place
joining as part of the human race
to lead the life that we once just lived
and in our hearts we must forgive
as the human life is a fragile thing
before our spirits start to sing
to live out our time within the wind
blown gently by Nature as she takes us in
the bottom line the truth be told
we are no different as we behold
we are a part of what Nature provides
no different than others who preside
here on this Earth that we call home
for a short while until we are done.

Every Day is a Good Day


What, you say, what makes this day
any different in any way
well, for starters, I awoke
which is the best known way to start the day.

I look around and check the room
two cats, five dogs all ready to play
get up, they say, for this is the way
we want to start every day.

I lay for a while my mind in a whirl
what day is this as my mind plays tricks
is it Sunday or Monday or some other day
I’ll figure it out along the way
as we get ready to start another day

At the age seventy-six, life has a way of playing tricks.
If for some reason, my eyes do not open
when normally they should, I would have to assume that
in the night, my soul has gone for good.

Where it has gone I would not know
neither would I assume, that all my life
there has not been strife enough to suggest
that at the very best
where will I have eternal rest

No, it may well be that in my life
I have done enough good to equal the strife
created over the years.

So, if in the morning, I do not wake
will it be because of mistakes that over the years
I have made. or will it be that my time is up
and this old body has suffered enough
and is taking its final rest.

Ah, you say, what a beautiful day
the sun shines bright giving us light
to do the things that life holds for us
on this, another day.

Let’s see, what day is this, I have to think
about the things that I need to do. If I don’t get
the days correct, then a mess I will be in, that’s true

Well, I have finally figured out the day
and the things to do along the way
like feed my pets as I usually do
make breakfast for me and coffee too
like I have done many times before
same old things, but who keeps score
as long as I wake in the usual way
then every day is a beautiful day.

Life is beautiful. Enjoy it…