An Old Beat Up World

Half; maybe more, of a lifetime gone,
funny; even odd, one might say- That
it’s taken ‘til now for me to notice how
clear and blue a clear blue sky really is-
or, how imperfect a perfect day actually might be-
Although the children didn’t phone-
The robins still sang their morning songs-
The mailman didn’t deliver notices of great wealth-
but the sun that shines on me, is still just as warm-
Prince Charming didn’t and probably never will, come

Gallantly riding in on his white steed-
but, that’s okay, for I remembered all those wonderful years
I had with my own real Prince Charming- and he rode an
old beat up Ford,
The scales claims I didn’t lose a pound- Maybe they are
right, maybe they aren’t- Either way is fine with me- For
that extra slice of chocolate silk ribbon pie, was worth it all-
The calendar in the front hallway still marks the birth date of my
childhood best friend-
I’m still fond of skipping stones, kicking cans, picking wild
berries, and eating them straight from the vine-
Perfection. Oh yes, wasn’t that what it was when you took the
velvet petal of the rose, and rubbed it against my cheek? It was
tenderness extraordinaire- It was that clear blue sky; Just as
clear today as it ever was-