Wednesday, June 1, 2022

So Rather Than Lament...


Happy 58th Birthday, Jim!

(I asked him what it looks like where he is celebrating his birthday
so he sent me these sweet shots of upstate New York!)
(for non-regular visitors, he is a truck-driver)




...and since my birthday always follows a week later 
this wry look at getting older is for both of us😅💕😘

Like miles beneath your eighteen wheels the years just peel away
Sometimes it feels as if time steals a month, a week, a day
But it is futile to object or try to rearrange
This thing that nobody as yet has found a way to change
So rather than lament the swift, deft exodus of years
Let’s make the most of what is left before it disappears

…like laughing at ourselves when what once functioned starts to slip
Like dancing like we still have swagger in our one good hip
Like learning how to shuffle when our ‘gid-up’ starts to stall
While wishing for a port-a-potty halfway down the hall
And when one younger wonders at the blunders we engage
We now can laugh and blame our gaffes on good old, good old age

When the forgetter performs better than Remember does
When we become the crowd that prefers Life The Way It Was
When favor and frustration wage a telling tug of war
Futile to try to act like we are only twenty-four
So rather than lament the weathered cover of our youth
Let’s make the most of huff and puff and just admit the truth

Yes, sometimes getting up requires extra grunts and groans
The marathons we run are fetes of grand, mental milestones 
And the face in the mirror, we don’t recognize as ‘me’
Must be a rascal playing tricks on fine-tuned faculty😂
My goodness! Time’s surprises sometimes make me shake my head
The highlight of the day is when its time to go to bed

© Janet Martin

Here's to many more 'surprises' by the grace of God!







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