July 16, 2021
Sometimes I need to sit and rest.
I may have lost a bit of zest.
I know that I have passed my prime,
Not sure what’s left of earthly time.
Perhaps it’s just the summer heat.
No need to yield, declare defeat.
It’s not yet time to sit and wait,
Regardless of my future fate.
I’ll make the best of what remains,
Endure the winds, the storms, the rains.
I’m sure I’ll see some sunny days,
Music concerts, local plays.
I plan to write more rhymes to share
With friends who know how much I care.
This body’s old, my spirit thrives,
I pray each day my words touch lives.