For my mid age I'm not too shabby a few extra pounds proach'n Sumo flabby the big thin begins tomorrow of this I am resolute till then, with sorrow I'll shelve the Speedo swimsuit
Still a man of steel with a pillow-soft feel hey you, Father Time! are you look'n to tussle? 'cause underneath the fat hides serious muscle how's about we engage in a cage match, ten rounds I'll knock you flat KABAM! You'll hit the mat so take that! you cruel chronographer
Dark brown mane speckled gray each melanin depleted strand not simply evincing age but observable symbols, medals of valor awarded for perseverance amid trials, pain, and grief merit marks of intense ecstasy every patch of silvery hair containing wisdom sage advice born of and nurtured by lived experiences
Appalachian Summer Night a front porch congregation drinking moonshine get’n tight on cigar box guitar someone strums banjo lends its lively voice effervescent fiddle joins washtub bass and whiskey jug In tandem mark the beat washboard adds its joyful noise singing songs of a sobering nature of hard times been and coming ever present death, old time religion love’s conquest, evil’s defeat t’was the place of Bluegrass birthing where seed was planted and nurtured
Young and wise King Henry Five with might didst proclaim *“the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.” commanding that his army strive to treat their foe with favor come now winning times much sooner than later when like altruism fills all hearts and minds
Today, lamentably, that peaceable player would nary survive but would, instead, be eaten alive lest nefarious kindness thrive
With distressing frequency I hear of me said “you’re a really nice guy but…” by this...
Comforting comforter covers my head tired eyes shielded from morning light’s dread loath to rise up leave empty my bed
Today I delegate living my dream self will live in my stead I’ll remain in Nod where my body won’t ache my knees have cartilage and back pain suspended yes this magical slumbering village where no one offends hence no one’s offended
I know, I know this just won’t fly I’m no sleeping dog that my kin will let lie I must arise with my world interact ...
Of “agua fiestas” be wary those have-dark-cloud-will-travel minions sure on your party to rain their dastardly designs in charm holstered, concealed carry quick draw ready caustic opinions their aim to despirit, demoralize preying on vulnerable minds
Instead cherish the soul builders whom, like a comfy brassiere, lift and support their sisters and brothers ones who recognize, and accentuate the good in others that care unconditionally and love without fear