Saturday, September 24, 2005

Some thoughts on growing older (a poem I wrote today)

ON GETTING OLDER  (copyright September 24, 2005)

I hurt in awkward places, and such silly things go wrong.
And now I understand the words of that "September Song".

I go about my duties in a sentimental haze.
There's an underlying sadness in the brightest of my days.

The more I want to slow time down, the faster is its flight.
I taste, and see that life's still fine and savor every bite.

Do not think I'm complaining, for my life is full and good.
And I would never turn back time, not even if I could.

I've often quoted that old line, "Just bloom where you are planted."
And I still try to live that way, and take no gift for granted.

I'm learning, now, to live my life, let others do the same,
And let a Higher Power give the credit or the blame.



(K. Weill, M. Anderson)

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you







ora4uk said...

I think we all have these feelings...from time to time...I know I do....and I am grateful for the memories....

siennastarr said...

How do you do that, Mosie???  How?  You always seem to tune into exactly how I am feeling and you blog something in an entry that just touches me.

You're psychic aren't you? lol


bnanajm said...

How izzit you always seem to read my mind???

I better be careful...   :o)

plieck30 said...

Like your poem. You aren't talking about me are you? Paula

memes121 said...

That was beautiful!

csandhollow said...

I like this. This was the day that my mama would have had her 89th birthday