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The Aging Switch

Quality, yes quality,
Each day, each year,
Value of life and loves.
Becoming, yes becoming.

Doing, doing, done.
Living and ever loving
Each day, each year.
Feeling good, being good?

Getting this and that,
Upsizing house,
Even the car,
Or maybe a spouse.

Years upon years,
Even the many decades
Passing by swiftly
Sometimes unnoticed.

An ache and a pain
Could be chronic,
An Illness today, maybe tomorrow.
Plans change again.

Downsizing living,
Giving this and that.
Big things, old things,
Even new stuff.

Giving to my kids,
Selling to others,
Taking just a little,
Just what’s needed today.

Active living, but…
Less, doing less.
More doctors and dentists
Often, more often.

Months upon months
Passing by fast and faster,
I’m moving slower, then slower,
But time moves still faster!

Eat, nap, eat, discovered
Becoming my daily pattern.
So nice, but tired still.
Why is the night longer now?

Imbalance and stagger enters.
My new world changing.
Steps are shorter and slower
Taking longer from here to there

Watching, sitting and reading.
What did you say? Hmm mm
Huh? Please say that again.
Hearing, like agility, disappearing

Frustration unlimited!
Forgetting little things
Progressing to bigger
What did I come in here for

Quality living lesser
Than yesterday again.
Good becoming less.
All becoming lesser.

The end is in sight,
But not in reach.
My aging switch has turned.
Turned to waiting, not doing

Now it begins anew.
When, just when?
Waiting and waiting … still
Impatiently patient.

Days upon months,
Weeks upon years, when?
Waiting still, now impatient
Questioning the why and when.

HE has control of how and when.
My days are fewer in number,
But I wish, at times, many times
I had that control.

Yes, I have switched
From doing to waiting.
The veil between becoming thinner.
Waiting, just waiting … Still.

I have seen the loved ones
Passed over yesteryear and more recently,
Waving or beaconing, I wonder?
Yes, I have switched to impatiently waiting.

Originally created:   July 7, 2016
 

Beginnings


The beginning.

You become.

You are.

You will be.

You will no longer be.

Go back to the beginning!
Originally written: May 4, 2016

My ponderings:  

It seems getting old provides time to think.  I wasn’t even sitting in a rocking chair. I wasn’t watching a beautiful sunrise. I did not listen to the whispering of the breeze through the trees.  I was going about daily life thinking about paying bills, my next meal, and when do I need to take my next pills.  These words came to mind interrupting productive efforts.  I could not get them out of my mind.  As I thought of the simplicity of the phrases, I began to ponder life and it’s phases. I thought I would share them. 

Touch

Touching

Touch, You’re it

Life brings, You to me.

A stranger, Danger or delight.

A mentor, Teacher or muse.

A friend, Casual or lover.

Touch, I’m it.

Moving on, Forever changed.

Life brought, Me to you.

Transforming. You and me!

 

What Are You Doing Here?

I live in a senior independent living community of over 100 souls. There are several bodies aged 100 plus. Many are in their 80’s and 90’s. There are few in their 70’s. Many are handicapped and using canes and walkers to move about the residence. Heart and memory  diseases afflict more than a few. Living in this community I have developed close friendships with many of the residents.

I see many acquaintances and friends declining in health, going to thedoctors, hospitals, other facilities, and finally passing into the next world.It has provided a unique understanding of our frailties and impermanence. I am not depressed nor anxious about these circumstances. As unusual as it may seem I am exhilarated and comfortable with the present and the future. The following eulogy has been many years in gestation. It is the firstwritten version. I can envision it being altered and revised several times in the years ahead.

Oh my friends

What are you doing here?
You have heard and know

I am no longer here.
I have gone to the other side

Of the veil of life.
For some would think it to

Be a downward direction.
Being in a very warm

And unfriendly locale.
For others they are watching.

Watching for a butterfly or dragonfly.
A new life to be lived

Karma to be paid.
For me, I believe

My penance is over!
I have passed beyond the veil

Welcomed by loved ones.
Each of you family, friend, and especially foe

Are still in my thoughts and prayers.
May this idea and thought

Give you a measure of comfort.
May the words of each person

Spoken in memory bring you solace.
For there has been laughter.

Yes, there were tears and pain.
There has been kindness,

And love, yes love!
So my friends, do not

Give further tears or anguish.
My suffering and pain

Are now a thing of the past.
Raise your glass in salute.

Fill your belly with good food.
Tend to each other.

Some will need your loving care.
The veil between this world

And His Kingdom is very thin.
I will be watching and waiting

To be among the first to greet you.
Go! Live and love

Life to the fullest!
Oh my friends

What are you doing here?
Originally written: April 15, 2016
The thoughts expressed above have been rattling around in my mind for several years. I did not want the prose to be a “downer” or depressing.  It took quite a bit of time to feel confident in the way the feelings are being expressed.  Thank you for reading it.  I look forward to your comments.

 

Journeys End

The end of a Journey is within sight.

The end of a Journey is within sight.

Thank you Ageless One.
My wrinkles, scars, and bruises,
They demonstrate your generosity,
Your gift of longevity.

Thank you Rising Son.
Not as a complaint, but a deep sigh
For the aches and pains of old muscles and bones
They are a gift of a new day.

Thank you Heavenly Father,
Each wheezing breath is a prayer
For clarity of mind and heart.
They bow in reverence.

Thank you Gentle Loving Spirit
For my many faults and weaknesses,
And so I feel slovenly unworthy,
But still you pour out your bountiful graces.

Within your embrace I face the daily toils,
Overcoming the challenges of bigotry,
Sharing the smiles and cheerfulness with others
With an attitude of simple humbleness.

Thank you Infinity Personified,
So many memories and experiences,
Are at my beck and call.
More precisely during my frequent naps.

Thank you Grace Embodiment,
Each day is in itself a blessing.
I mightily struggle with my infirmities,
Blessed by each graceless fumbling bumbling  step.

Thank you Heavenly Gate Keeper
For holding the door slightly ajar.
My slow gait has dictated this pace.
Patience I have had to learn and relearn.

Thank you Everlasting Peace
I am coming, though staggeringly
Yes, I am coming, are you waiting?
I am anxiously anticipating my journeys end.

I am committed to You, My Lord.
With love and forgiveness your guarantee
My days, hours, and even minutes are known to you,
I stumble along my path with confidence.

Originally written: March 19, 2015

The poem was written over a period of several months.
It is a reflection on my life and growing old and
the changes that occur naturally.  It also acknowledges
the thoughts I have heard from others who have
and are on this journey.

I publish it in recognition of World Poetry Day March 21, 2015.

Attitude of Simple Humbleness

Inspire humble thoughts and majestic images.

Inspire humble thoughts and majestic images.

Thank you Ageless One.
My wrinkles, scars, and bruises,
They demonstrate your generosity,
Your gift of longevity.

Thank you Rising Son.
Not as a complaint, but a deep sigh
For the aches and pains of old muscles and bones
They are a gift of a new day.

Thank you Heavenly Father
Each wheezing breath is a prayer
For clarity of mind and heart.
They bow in reverence.

Thank you Gentle Loving Spirit
So many faults and weaknesses,
And so I feel slovenly unworthy,
But still you pour out your bountiful graces.

Within your embrace I face the daily toils,
Overcoming the challenges of bigotry
Sharing the smiles and cheerfulness
With an attitude of simple humbleness.

Originally written: July 7, 2014

I have just finished reading Ann Voskamps’s
book titled: “one thousand gifts, A Dare to
LIVE FULLY right where you are.” I was unable
to read more than page or two at a time. Her
words provoked thoughts and meditation thereby
limiting the number of pages I could read in
one sitting. The above poem is a result of
the reading.

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Sunsetting through the oak tree

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As the sun and moon set
on the days of 2013.

We look forward anticipating,
And backward with introspection.

We have overcome
Unbelievable traumas and challenges.

Weddings, births, graduations,
Birthdays, and personal bests have crossed our path.

Injury, health issues,  disappointments,
And even deaths have visited our lives.

Selling Our home,
and moving to a retirement community.

A daughter, brother,
And several friends passing.

Meeting and making new friends
And starting new pastimes.

Traveling here, traveling there
Suitcase never really unpacked.

Memories, precious memories
Each treasured in their own right.

A new beginning
Stepping forward with confidence.

Toward 2014’s unknown happenings
With dear friends, old and new.

Having learned the lessons
From all that has happened.

I thank all who have offered
A hand and/or heart along the way.

With a smile And light heart
I toast both the past and the new year.

A NEW BEGINNING.
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