There Was A Time

There was a time When life was simpler... slower When kids were safe in school When a U.S. President didn't call people names on Twitter When there were no cell phones When politicians cared about people When cashiers could actually make change When immigrants entered this country legally When there was not so much hatred... Continue Reading →

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My 74th Birthday

My wife Susan had to work yesterday on my 74th birthday, so it was just me, our 9 rescue dogs and our horses, Teaka and Flash. It was a good day and I didn't have time to feel alone because I kept busy writing and thanking all of the friends that have been wishing me... Continue Reading →

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One more Day

A lovely poem from my friend Michael. Please visit his blog at afterwards.blog. He’s a man of many talents!

Afterwards

As time draws near and daylight fades and night knocks on my door

To take my hand and lead away to far and distant shore

I know that I shall want one more, and beg that I may stay

to spend with you from waking hours until the end of day

To see you smile and hear your voice and watch you as you sleep

and laugh and love and cry and drink of all you are quite deep

and so to sunset one last time I hold you in my arms

and lovers promises I make and swear I’ll never harm

And in those moments faces lined and eyes still burning bright

I kiss your lips and say farewell and head into the night

without regret without remorse and love without relent

and thank you for your years and love and faith and life well spent

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The voice still speaks.

A wonderful poem on aging by Chris Black. Please comment on the original post. ☺

A way with words.

As if rinsing the darkness from his hair
Old age appeared to freeze his body

What once was a curly mop top, now scarce
A marathon runner, now learns of walking aids

Engaging you in conversation, he says age is but a number
Appears mine is nearly up?

My hair may be greying, I’ll not allow the grey matter
Follow down that path

Yes I have lots to grumble about, but what is the sense in that?
Energise your mind and body, not search out excuses

Nothing can stop you from growing old
So be brash, be bold

You may have lost your youthful looks
Live the gifts that you have been given

The path you trod is now winding
But think, did you always walk the straight and narrow?

Live for today, celebrate tomorrow.
(c) Chris Black. February 2018.

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