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…