This aging body I wear is not mine
But a most gracious gift
In mid-life I was provided with a body svelte
I strolled boldly, that younger body I felt
Ah, in youth I was given a body golden
Young, vibrant, invincible surely, I thought
Thru the phases of my life
My bodies, gifts to use
Only the gleam within my eyes
Has been truly mine
Throughout this time
Enabling motility for my soul
When I am no more
The bodies that have protected the soul of me
Shall be returned
And I will be as before
The gleam, within the eyes of me
Ron
John
Regis
Age is age, so it goes, every turn an adventure with a thousands opportunities for a chuckle at self. The other day the kid said her friends thought I was 20 so I go, did you tell em how mommy threw out her back sneezing and popped a blood vessel in the eye coughing? ;) lol I love aging, it's a giggle~fest!
Fine upstanding poetry..
Stay young Jon
Ron
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.