Everyday...........

       
......I die just a little      
Cry a whole lot      
as my time here whittles      
away      
       
Everyday        
       
......my familiar      
yet neglected anchors      
holding my      
life and times      
       
eroding away      
like the fabric of        
my favorite, comfortable sweater      
God only knows that I should have known better than      
wax so abrasively      
the threads of my life, unraveling      
finding no solace in      
what has been......      
       
so quickly      
time fleeting      
every generation.....      
.....the music is leaving me  
 
now      
       
and I die      
just a little more      
everyday....      
       
Am I an anchor      
for you to hold?      
Am I the root      
attaching your soul      
to an earth dying?
Oh, let not the blood
rest upon my hands.....      
       
Humanity living inside        
this great lie      
       
those that I love.....      
       
....those that I cherish      
 
admire      
 
emulate    
 
Idolize      
     
       
landmarks        
showing forth the way      
giving to my life        
that air of great expectation....      
       
gone from me      
       
I die just a little bit more      
       
everyday......      
       
"Doctor, my eyes      
Tell me what you see      
I hear their cries      
Just say if it's too late for me....."  Jackson Browne      
       
       
       
       
Author's Note-(I fault my musical DU brother, Ted for this reflection this morning.  Thank you for "saying what needed to be said" and keeping me from getting "hung up"  Our landscape is changing so much beyond our familiar.  All change is not good....yet we teach our eyes not to deflect and we don't protect that which is so precious......till it's gone. The world is a-changing and I am just an accidental traveler passing through this foreign land.  Getting closer to my home.... also thanks to Jackson Browne for immortal words forever etched into our culture)