Another Day
Older
Another Day
Bolder

Women have it made
Queen of Sheba
In the shade

My hair
turning gray  
Dyed to my natural color
A younger apperence
Old age
washed  away

Older are Older
The clock ticks
Fewer and Fewer
the men pick

The crazy things
I used to do and say
Are only memories,
fantasies of today

Older and Wiser
PERHAPS
Now I take
Sunday Naps

When things are tough
and life seems like
an never ending challenge.
I ask for back up.
From... friends, my Guides, Higher Self,
and The Divine.

When things are difficult
and every minute gives little comfort.
I breathe deep and ask for help.
From...Mother Gia, Allies in Universal,
Family and my own Inner Wisdom.

When thing aren’t easy
and friends seem few.
I ask for help recalling
I am sacred, eternal, a gift and
carry the essence of love.

At the dock of my dreams
I sit, WATCHING
morning sun rise.
Watching AS TIDE TAKES mind
away inside quiet time.

I watch as time floats away

No time wasted
no time taken for granted

I sit at dock
WATCHING tide divinely dance.
Watching as breath match waves
and change WAITS clvidid first
in mind then in heart.

I watch as bones rest.
I mediate roaming in a grateful mind

no time waisted
no visions taken for granted.

I sit at dock
no place I’d rather be
after roaming many a mile

I let self simmer into moment
I ready self for change to plant roots
so dreams flower

No time waisted
No reason not to smile.

We are sliding toward
totalitarian rule.
Who will save us now?

I found it easier to lie
To just smile
Pretending to be fine

Than to explain
What I truly feel
To people who won't listen