The Past…


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I do not weep for times gone by
instead I view my life with joy
the many years spent on this earth
the good, the bad, sadness and mirth
for all of the moments I have lived
knowing that my life I give
to caring for me and my pets
for no one else except maybe my vet
can give them the love that they deserve
as answer back, never a word.

I lead a very selfish life
no wife to cause me untold strife
I come and go just as I please
and spend my money in varying degrees
on whatever I fancy at the time
nothing for me is out of line
I do not justify the cost
because for me, I am the boss
I write the checks and pay the bills
and no one else in my life to fulfill.

Do I like the way I live
I really do have lots to give
but to share my life in that way
and another person having a say
in what I do and whatever the time
and someone else spending my dime
it’s been too long to change the score
over twenty years and more
and just like my pet, the one in a fix
you just can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

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Looking Back at the End of the Year…


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Reminiscing of days gone by
sitting under gloomy skies
of things that happened this past year
as it goes out with a bang and a mighty cheer.

Eighty years of time on this earth
were given to me last January
all of my friends gathered around
as we had food and drink and good company.

I hiked a lot and spent time
walking with friends which I thought fine
although most of the time I hiked alone
the closer to Nature that I have shone.

I spent time outside in my yard
working on ponds and on my guard
for Nature’s sometimes unwelcome guests
ants and bugs and snakes and pests.

I lost a few of the very large Koi
as Nature chose its strength to deploy
who lives who dies and who is born
in Nature it is the perfect norm.

I lost two dogs and gained one back
to add into the little pack
as Nature decided their time had come
as she took them to her heavenly home.

I made new friends and met new folks
and passed the time with talk and jokes
and on any given day
would be out in the Parks just walking away.

I dreamed my dreams of days gone by
much younger then and trying to defy
any sign of growing old
as my strength and youth I did behold.

Alas just dreams were all they seemed
as I creaked and groaned my way redeemed
back to the reality of the time
with muscles sore but feeling fine.

I can no longer run and jump
or kick a ball as I’m over the hump
as Nature treats me as her own
as she decides when my time will come.

I am grateful that I can still walk
and that my brain still works and I can still talk
both with my voice and with my pen
for that I don’t need to be young again.

I am glad that I can say that
I lived another year this way
Another birthday is coming fast
as I count the days, will it be my last?

Even if I had the choice to tell
I think that I would repel
knowing when my time is come
to make that journey into the sun.

So all the while I feel this good
and that I can walk and write a book
I am happy this way is my life
and look forward to a year without strife.

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Another Year


dsc_4718This year has almost come and gone
and with it more time has passed on by
Time that is measured
in days and weeks and months
and not by hours.

Hours are for the very young
when time passes so slow
and any given day seems twice as long
as when you are old
and time is running out.

Looking back over the year
with so many good things
meeting and making new friends
going on long hikes and communing with Nature
spending time outdoors and in the sun.

Tending to the ponds and the garden
living close to nature even with her downside
of who lives and who dies
as she is not selective
in balancing the numbers.

What will the New Year bring
who knows as none can tell the future
but unless there is a world catastrophe
and man in all of his foolishness blows it up
things will go on pretty much the same from day to day.

This is not a bad world although
some people would like to make it so
but the majority are sane and caring
and want life for their sons and daughters
and the world will go on.

Measuring time in days and weeks and months
and not in hours.

Time


dsc_4115I think back about my life
that spans four score years and one
remembering days of long ago
when things were different and oh so slow.

Time is not measured by a clock
in hours and minutes as we know
that time in life is a different time
sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

When I was young all those years ago
time was passing ever so slow
and I could pack much in a day
and life just seemed an endless play.

Now that my race is almost run
even though life is still much fun
days that used to be so long
pass by so fast just like a song.

When I get up to start the day
not knowing what I will do to play
maybe a hike or write a blog
or out in the yard to work like a dog.

Whatever it is I will have fun
knowing my race is almost run
no more worries and no more cares
just live the life and see what fairs.

Of one thing I can be sure
life is not a revolving door
I only get one chance to shine
to make the most of my allotted time.

When my time is up I will be sad
there is so much living left to add
to the years spent on this earth
when each day brings a miracle of birth.

And Nature brings forth and shines
new growth new life each welcoming times
making a brand new cheerful day
for those that remain behind to play.

Life is an ever changing thing
in this magnificent universe
to get share whatever the strife
is worth the time we span our life.

 

Time Marches On


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September has come and gone
as the year moves quickly on
where did it go this month just past
just like the others it went by fast.
when I was just a little lad
spending time with my Dad
it never went by as quick its clear
and time with him would last and last
something that I did not know
for me the time was going slow
but his life was speeding by
and in the twinkle of an eye
he was gone and life had changed
and would never be the same again.

Those were many years ago
and time that seemed so very slow
now is trying hard to mislead
zipping by with so much speed
racing towards that finish line
as eventually we run out of time
with nothing left, we used it all
if only time we could reinstall
or rewind that big clock on the wall
and turn back the time to something new
to the beginning when time was slow
that my Dad and I used to know…

And then we die…

Summer Time


DSC_1647As in, change the clocks one hour either forward or back
depending on the time of year
Spring forward and Fall back is how we remember
it takes a while to get used to the changes
not necessarily that sleeping and waking up are out of sync
which of course they are
but that for several months, I have gotten into a routine
now I have to change it
and in seven months will have to change it back

During World War 2, the clocks were changed twice
instead of one hour, it would be two
and it would still be daylight at 10:00 pm at night
that was in England during the “dark times” of war
changing the clocks didn’t help
they were still very “dark times”.

I read somewhere
that some states in the USA do not go along with it
They keep the clocks the same
throughout the year and the states around them
have to conform to their time
if they cross the borders.

I have an automatic self setting alarm clock
that cannot keep the time
it insists on being sixteen minutes off
and out of sync
with the rest of the world
I have tried to reset it
to no avail.

Thank Goodness, I am retired
unless I have to be somewhere
time is immaterial to me
I only look at the clock
to see if it is time to watch my favorite team
Manchester United, play soccer, on TV
for ninety minutes.

Now that I am old but not yet feeble
time is slipping away
where before, I was always reasonably sure
there would be another day
now, not so much
and eventually, it will be my time
and no longer will I care
about changing the clocks.

 

LunchToday


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I had lunch today with a friend
who I have to say I have not seen
in quite some time and
probably the fault is mine
for not being a better friend
and calling to make a date
to have lunch together as before
but instead the fact remains
that my friend I haven’t seen
so the question that I ask
is what sort of friend am I
if I do not have the time
to share a lunch and to chat a while.

I really enjoyed the lunch today
and to see my friend in the same old way
as we have done many times before
sharing lunch and catching up
on things that have happened since
the last time we sat down for a bite
and as we rose to go our ways
we both resolved on another day
we would have lunch again as before
only this time we would not wait so long
as the friendship bond between us is strong.

It’s been way too long…Thanks for the company.