With my back, my legs, my age,
I’ve slowed down.
I have not, however, stopped.
When painful headlines arise,
I try to consider
the Greater Good.
Words, words, words, words.
Talk, talk, talk.
Scowling, sighing.
More words.
More talk.
Alas.
She held my hand,
simply, lightly, with trust.
I’ve since aimed
to deserve it.
I read a lot but
I prefer listening to
a wiser person.
My dear friends:
I will love you forever.
But not a second longer.
I’ll care for myself
as the unique and special
person that I am.
Before I seek
magical solutions,
first I listen
to my heart.
I do what I need to,
then what I could do,
then the impossible.
Today,
I am choosing
happiness,
ecstasy if
I can find some.
My poems are stories
which could be songs.
Now, wouldn’t that be
just a hoot?
The disease is
fear, anger, hate.
The prescription is
a little faith.
New Thought movement
challenges those
with challenges.
God makes no mistakes.
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