Aging

We all age.
Some well.
Some, not so well.

Aches and losses
Hold sway over
Our day.

Family and friends who’ve passed before
Dispirited, we surmise
Eternally rage
Their shorted tide.

Longing and loss
Can knot the heart
But losing to age
Wins its release.

Aging can bless us to be
The one who we wish we were.
The one the dog believes we are.

To smile at anyone anywhere.
Can ask for help without no shame,
And offer it without no blame.

Fear no longer
Casts its pall
A shadow so long and tall.
The sun of wisdom
Shines so bright
Chases shadows out of sight.

Memories are a film-house vault
Many defy the natural fault.
Missing that car by
Happenstance
Life granting yet
Another chance.

No longer fear
The End Is Near
For again we’ll see
Faces dear.