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
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you