Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion