Is that really my reflection What happened to that guy My glasses need a correction Smartphone selfies don’t lie — Keep on keep on truckin’ Despite losing a step Aches and pains are suckin’ But still I gotta shlep — The world spun too many times Now the reference is grumpy The song in my … More The Analog Guy
Summer notions hardly unpacked Just sunbaked ground deeply cracked August’s heavy, suffocating air Curling my damp, sticky hair Vacation months grow shorter Dog days give no quarter My youthful energy spent Wondering where the years went The golden evening hue Swallows the overhead blue At dusk the insects call Announcing the coming fall
Time is no longer on my side It won’t wait for me Nor fit in a bottle And too fast to see Time is a disappearing act Here one moment Then a faded memory Too late to lament Time washes the record Details fall away History turns to gold Truth is just hearsay Time is … More Time Is…
Morning burns away the fog of yesterday Through these eyes I see almost clearly Each year compounds what’s valued I cherish those moments dearly — Once in a dream, I found you My beating heart is heavily scarred Tread lightly on this used soul Reminding myself to love hard — Absence crystalizes those snapshots Tightly … More The Fog of Memory
When you are ten years old, 64 seems unimaginable. Grandparents are that age. Hey wait, I’m a grandparent! Impossible!! I’m nine months into my 64th year. What a year it’s been. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. From the pandemic to the loss of a loved one to establishing life as a single to contemplating … More When I’m Sixty-Four
When the sun sets, its return is imminent When saying goodnight, good morning is next When your eyes close, they open once again When life is down, eventually it will reach apex ~ A smile is connected to one just like it A tear is cleansing and a passage of grief A retreat is a … More Meet You on the Flip Side
Mile marker number 64 is dead ahead for me. Maybe “dead” is not the best word to use. Anyway, around and around in orbit we go. On the occasion of birthdays, one may feel a bit philosophical. So, here are a few observations about the journey. The sun no longer seems surprised; him again. And … More Growing Younger
When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine Written by Paul McCartney when he was just 16 years old. Quite a mature view from a teenager in Liverpool, England. In case you are wondering, Paul still has most of … More When I’m Sixty-Four
Maybe not new tricks, but new attitudes. Past a certain age, the wiring is certainly hardened, but something incredible happens. The brain, if the soul is on-board, can find new paths. We spend a lifetime building our internal infrastructure, repairing and sometimes replacing it. A lot like our road system. Our attitudes and values mostly … More Old Dog, New Tricks
The next hour, next minute, next breath There is comfort in every next Nighttime rolls over the evening’s tail There is no tomorrow till the day ends From history, the morning will unfold Tackling dragons that held me prisoner Tomorrow is where dreams are born In sleep they grow roots or die In my head, … More The Next Day
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