Wednesday, November 16, 2016

I FINALLY DID IT!

As tonight's blog says, I've wanted to write a poem about the Presidential Election since it ended.  I'm surprised it took this long, but here it is.  It may not be your view of the outcome but it's mine so if you don't agree just humor me as someone having another viewpoint.  I pray that God will guide us through the troubled waters of the transition and that there will be a favorable solution that presents itself.  I just hope it won't take four years.

POST-ELECTION BLUES
By Patty Lynn

I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to write this poem
And yet I know, beyond a doubt, I know I’m not alone,
‘Cause I, like many other folks, cannot accept the fact…
That someone like a Donald Trump had followers that backed…

His boorish ways, his violence, his vulgar bigotry,
His disrespect for women and his cruel toxicity.
How can a superficial man with no experience
Have won the vote for president, c’mon, you can’t be serious?

Besides the shock that such a man will occupy this seat,
That he’s the one we now must call Commander, yikes, in Chief.
You might have noticed that these words, they stick there in my throat,
I’m scared because he’s unprepared, I can’t accept the vote…

That put him where he is today, our country can’t withstand...
This joke who’ll occupy this chair, the highest in the land!
And, oh, the turmoil prompted by the outcome of last Tuesday,
The fallout from this guarantees a never-ending news day.

For every move this imbecile, I mean, the Pres-elect…
Will make or say or tweet will have a negative effect,
A heyday for the media, you bet, this guy will be,
But spokesman for our country, wow, that’s something I can’t see.

To think that the election is really, finally over,
The vote is in, the tally’s made, I thought I wanted closure,
But all my mind keeps longing for is time that’s in reversal
And all of what has just transpired was only a rehearsal.

That we can do it over, we have another chance
To rectify this travesty this tragic circumstance…
That we have perpetrated on the whole United States,
For it has left this land we love in desperate, dire straits.

 My hope is that this Pres-elect will be, for me, consistent.
And he will say or do something they’ll finally find resistant...
To what the Senate and the House, yes, even they’d accept,
That shows them all, without a doubt, that he’s just plain inept…

And true to form the times like these, they won’t be an exception.
So now they’ll see what we all know, that this man needs rejection!
They know he’ll balk and yet they know there’s one way left to reach him,
They’ll start proceedings right away, that’s right, they will impeach him!

Oh, what a happy day for me, at last, we’d get him out,
And all the throngs who “doth protest” might jubilantly shout.
Let’s hope that we will see his face on television’s roster,
That’s better than in Washington as a President imposter. 

Sunday, October 16, 2016

GOD IS GREAT!

Tonight's blog stemmed from my "super preparedness" approach to anything new that might be coming up.  While it may seem fraught with worry, I contend it's just my attempt to be realistic as I plan for future challenges.  Us take charge people are like that, you know.  We want to have a clear vision of what's expected and a plan to make it all work, no surprises, nothing unexpected.  But
can we really anticipate everything?  Of course not.  Besides, we have to be careful that we don't overlook the most important component, our awesome God.  He can't be an afterthought, He must be the first thing, the first place we go to when life throws us a curve ball and we're faced with a new challenge.  May be this poem will make you think how you take on a new challenge.

THIS GREAT GOD OF MINE
By Patty Lynn

I sit here tonight with much on my mind,
Contemplating the future, just what will I find?
So much is unknown, can’t leave to fate.
But, hard as it is, I’ll leave it to Faith.

And why is that hard with a God such as mine
Who promises always to help, to define…
The answers we’re seeking, the help that we need,
The way we should follow, with Him in the lead?

So why do we worry and why do we wonder?
These things only bother and often encumber…
Our thoughts, they’re so fruitless, so unnecessary.
They keep us from trusting, instead, make us wary…

Of what’s unpredictable and what can’t be planned,
We want all of the answers to know we’ll withstand…
All the parts, all the aspects, of just what’s in store,
We must be prepared for it all, and what’s more…

We can’t just survive it, no, we’ve got to succeed…
In handling the challenges, and even exceed…
The normal expectations, saying, “That’s how I am!”
You’d think we were sure that there’d be an exam!

So it’s time that we learned that we must turn it over….
To God, our Redeemer, ‘cause He is the owner…
Of all that goes on in this world He’s created.
From the simplest problem to the most complicated…

He’s ready and willing, He wants us to ask
For His help and His guidance, whatever the task.
C’mon recognize, only He’s in control.
Don’t fret through each part, when He handles the whole.

You may think that you’re such a great problem-solver,
But don’t hold a candle to God, the Absolver.
So why spin your wheels, it’s a big waste of time?
Just give it to Him, this great God of mine!








Sunday, October 9, 2016

I'M WAITING FOR HIM


ANOTHER OSCOPY
By Patty Lynn

It’s really so unusual that I’m the one who’s waiting,
But this time I’m the one who sits, the one anticipating…
Just what the doctor has to say about this latest test,
And hoping, always hoping, yes, hoping for the best.

It’s quite an operation, the way this place is run,
Between the forms and TV screens, it’s really almost fun.
And after you have finished that you get a lighted disc
Like restaurants with the flashing lights, the nurse comes & you’re whisked…

To be prepared, to meet the doc, in this case get sedated,
They tell you that they’re starting and...the next thing you’ve vacated…
The very room they took you to, but now the test is finished.
They looked at this, biopsied that, no matter how you spin it…

You’re feeling what they put you through, your throat’s a little sore,
“Nothing to worry you,” they said, cultures'll tell us more.
So we will wait and see what grows, though they expect it’s nothing.
Pro-active is the way to go, address it, could be something.

Life’s short, we’ve said it many times, we don’t choose to ignore…
The things that don’t seem usual, they’re diff’rent and what’s more...
Our health can take a downward turn, yes, aging takes it’s toll,
So best to check things out, instead, ‘cause it’s good for the soul.

So all in all, we got it done, these health things can confound.
It’s best to know, not let it go, or questions hang around.
Remember that it’s always good to learn the truth and deal,
‘Cause if you put it off you’ll see that worry’s all you’ll feel.

Saturday, October 1, 2016

WHAT IF...

I'm ringing in the new month with a poem that I'm hoping will resonate with you.  I wrote this last night at the end of a tasking day and it came out of conversations I've had with my husband, Frank
(who I often call Frankie Joe) when we lament all the things we might have done if we had met each other when we were younger.  Not that I'm complaining just reflecting and imagining.  So here it is...

ODE TO YOUTH AND FRANKIE JOE
 BY Patty Lynn

I’m down for the count, I’m bushed from the day.
The furniture’s calling, “Please dust me today!”
But I am too tired, just dead on my feet,
Besides there’s tomorrow & I’m way too beat.

I fixed up my breakfast, a nice bowl of fruit,
Then went to my treadmill, my usual route,
Got dressed and then set out to ready the story…
For Sunday School telling, to God be the glory!

Then made up our lunches, we ate and discussed…
How if we were younger, not dealing with our “rust,”
We’d buy us some houses, remodel, then flip.
“You know, that was finished at quite a good clip!

Let’s buy us another and do it once more,
A complete restoration from ceiling to floor!”
And when we have done it, a number of times,
We’ll count all of our nickels and all of our dimes…

And make plans to travel to Paris and Rome,
To Ireland & Scotland and when we come home…
We’ll build us our dream house with a picturesque view,
A porch on four sides, designed just for you.

On weekends we’ll party with family and friends,
Cook-out with the neighbors, where the fun never ends.
We’ll go to the theatre, with coveted seats,
Hobnob with famous, imbibe on rich eats.

And when that’s behind us, we’ll be as we are,
We’ll be old and less mobile, less walking, more car.
We may not have met when we were much younger...
Our “what ifs” are fun but they cause me to ponder...

Though youth wasn’t ours so these plans could be made,
This life that we share is one I’d not trade.
No dream house, no travel, no flip, just the same,
I’m happy, contented, that I share your last name.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

GOING THROUGH BOXES

I really can't believe I'm taking this on.  But it's been weighing on me and it really has to be done.  Basements are notorious for being the place where everything gets stored and...forgotten.  How often have you heard someone say,
"When we started packing to move I couldn't believe how much we'd accumulated."
Well, I would whole-heartedly agree and I guess it really hit me when I stopped to realize that it'd been 10 years since we moved and there were boxes I'd packed and never opened since. That was the inspiration for tonight's blog.

BOXES
By Patty Lynn

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve got way too much stuff.
There’s things I haven’t gone through and I have had enough.
We moved here from our old house some 10 plus years & counting
Unopened boxes, quite a few, and my disgust is mounting.

Each box has a description so what’s inside is clear,
But, frankly, I don’t need it and want it out of here.
You see, as folks get older, they want to pare life down,
That’s why we want the things we need & nothing else around.

So, I’ve decided I would go through everything that’s stored.
This task is truly overdue and can not be ignored.
I’ll give away or donate things, the space will be surprising,
And if I think it warrants it, I’ll do some advertising.

Perhaps I’ll post on Craig’s List or maybe I’ll try eBay.
I doesn’t matter much to me as long as there’s a pay day.
I really should have done all this before we made the move.
Regardless, it’s imperative, this junk must be removed.

Last week I made some progress, I packed my van up twice,
And made a big donation, four loads to be precise.
Today I started going through the boxes with my music,
Then organized it into piles, I found it therapeutic.

It baffled me how much was there, hung on to it so long,
But I can’t use it anymore, it’s got to move along.
So fortunately I found someone who’ll look through it to see
If there’s some music he can use and that’s OK with me.

I know this project will take time but I’ll just take it slow,
And if we have to move again there’s one thing that I know,
That everyone accumulates way more things than they need,
So when it comes to storing things, be wary what you keep.
                                   

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

LAUGH LINES VS.CROW'S FEET


LAUGH LINES
By Patty Lynn

“Judging from my laugh lines, you’d think my life has been a riot.”

A face is thought to be a map that charts, well, your emotions,
Like puffy eyes, a telltale sign that you’ve been crying oceans.
And then those furrowed brows that over time become, well, permanent,
That indicate you’ve worried through some times that have been turbulent.

So what about those crow’s feet, oh, excuse me, I mean laugh lines?
They must be there because you’re so darn happy, they’re the sure signs.
And so that always smiling face looks in the mirror and sees...
A grinning woman’s laugh lines that are smiling back at me.

So I conclude that if you judge those lines the way you could,
You’d have to say my life has been quite happy, yes, you would.
In fact, if those lines indicate the times when I have laughed,
You’d think each day I‘ve spent has been a riot and a half.

But, disagree I must because although those lines are there,
Emotions, many different kinds, leave remnants that we wear.
It matters not what telltale signs are there upon your face.
What matters is you’ve earned each one, that cannot be erased.

You’ve lived a life that has been filled with many ups & downs,
That shows you’ve gone from way up high to right down to the ground.
But either way, you bear the signs that show a life that’s full,
A life comprised of portions of the daily push & pull.

So don’t be too concerned if you see laugh lines or crow’s feet,
It only means you face head-on the things that you might meet.
Besides, those lines are proof that life has put you through your paces.
Who cares if we wear evidence of that across our faces.

So when you see those crows feet or those laugh lines on your face,
Remember you have earned each one, so wear them all with grace.
They don’t mean that you’re ancient or your life has been a riot.
They show the world your life’s been rich and urge the world to try it.



I ran across the phrase above recently and it got me to thinking.  Crows feet do get more prominent as we get older and that’s probably why we now call them laugh lines instead.  It’s got a better connotation.   But what are they, really? Aren’t they just one more sign that shows our age?  After all, when we were young the only time they’d show up was when we actually laughed but virtually disappeared when the happy had passed.

But I choose to look at those (laugh lines or crow’s feet, take your pick) in a more positive light.  I believe that they’re just another sign, another piece of evidence that you’ve lived your life and it has been a life that’s had a little bit of everything in it.

Friday, September 9, 2016

A REASON TO SMILE

I don't know if it affects you like it does me, but I can't hear a baby laugh without laughing myself.
That's always been the case but now all one has to do is look to YouTube to find hundreds of baby
laughing videos and I'm gone.  Perhaps, you've seen the one with the baby whose Daddy tears a piece of paper and that little one laughs so hard he almost topples over.  And not just once.  No dear ol' Dad does it over and over and keeps getting the same response.  For whatever reason, that little guy finds that sound hilarious.  I've gone so far as to seriously tell my family that I want someone to play all the laughing baby videos on a screen for my wake.  Yes, seriously.

Well, tonight's blog is about just that.  If you aren't already, I hope it makes you a convert to the affect a laughing baby can have on the moodiest, crabbiest, orneriest critter on the face of the earth.

LAUGHING BABIES
By Patty Lynn

You’ve heard me say I find a smile to be a thing of beauty,
I call it your “face” value, an investment that’s your duty.
It can’t be overstated and its power can’t be denied.
Your children learn to smile from you, for them a kind of guide.

Guess you could say a smile to me is something that’s contagious.
It’s possible that smile of yours is Mona Lisa famous!
And so, like us, a baby’s smile can blossom into laughter.
That sound’s a kind of magic that consumes you ever after.

I know for me the minute that I hear a baby’s laughing,
I feel it start up from my toes; it’s like a wave comes crashing.
That’s why when I am out of sorts I need a dose of baby.
And I feel so much better that there’s no ifs, ands or maybes.

So anytime I feel the need, I search out YouTube babies,
And once they start their laughing I become one happy lady.
Those babies are hilarious and when I start my laughing...
It grows and grows till I’m reduced to my own brand of gasping.

So anytime I feel the need, I search out YouTube babies,
And once they start their laughing I become one happy lady.
Those babies are hilarious and when I start my laughing...
It grows and grows till I’m reduced to my own brand of gasping.

I guess by now I’ve made my point, there’s nothing more to tell.
A baby’s laugh is magic that can truly cast a spell.
So if you want a sure-fire way to rid you of the blues,
Just cue the laughing babies for more smiles than you can use.

Monday, September 5, 2016

HOW DO KIDS SPELL LOVE

I've seen it happen time after time, young people get married and have kids and then suddenly...they're spread so thin that they don't know how they're going to do it all.  They both work, their job responsibilities increase and with that comes the demand for more of their time.  The day to day at home (hopefully for both of you), the cleaning, cooking, washing, organizing, mowing etc. still have to be done and then...the guilt sets in.  Why?  Well, the kids, they have homework they need help with, extracurricular activities and you've got to attend those and...you realize you've spent zero time with them, not even supper together.  It strikes you that he or she has their eye out for a particular item so you run out and get it as soon as you can. And with that comes another realization: Giving your son or daughter a present takes some of the guilt away.
Yureka!!
 
So then it starts, "Hummm, if I have to stay longer at work this week, if I've forgotten his soccer game, I couldn't come to her recital, etc. then if I get something for him or her, I'll feel better.
So, ergo, can't be around as much, show how much I love by buying them a gift, equals LOVE, RIGHT???

A KID’S DEFINITION OF LOVE
By Patty Lynn

Say, do you know just what it is, the thing most prized by kids?
Then stop, my friend, and listen up,‘cause this is what it is.
It isn’t that new toy they want, a trip to Disneyland,
Or that new bike they said they’d like, that real expensive brand.

A swimming pool won’t make them drool, believe me, that’s not it.
A trampoline won’t be a dream, on that the jury’s split.
Now, just in case you’d like to ask if I have lost my mind,
That any kid would flip his lid if ever he would find…

The presents I’ve described above, you ask, “What’s not to like?
They’d be elated, shout hooray” you’d tell me, “Take a hike!”
I understand and if I scanned that list and I was you,
I’d look around until I found what must be my loose screw.

But hear me out, what it’s about, is you, my friend, yes, you.
That kid of yours knows that the stores are brimming with such loot
And though it’s true he’d love from you each trinket, toy and trip,
Just strip away the words I say, it’s YOU they need, you’re it!

Your PRESENCE not your PRESENTS is what your kids need most.
The time you spend’s a dividend and yields a bond that’s close.
Those memories shared will show you cared, to miss t’would be a crime,    
For things, you know, they come and go, 
                                                 but love, it equals... time.                             







Friday, September 2, 2016

HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED....

Ever noticed that many times old folks say exactly what’s on their mind and often we’re a bit embarrassed by their candor?  You can almost see their wheels turning while they wait for just the right moment to “strike.”
I remember the way my Mom would wait and listen and you’d know something was going to be said. And when it did, we might have cringed a bit, but we were a little envious at her honesty.

When I ran across this statement lately, it brought it all back and became the basis for the following poem:

“It’s not that we have more patience as we age, it’s just that we’re too darned tired to care about pointless drama.”

SEIZING THE MOMENTS
By Patty Lynn

You think we have more patience, an abundance, as we age?
It’s just that we’re too tired to go through the “drama” stage.
To us, it just seems pointless and consumes way too much time,
And often there’s no reason and there isn’t any rhyme.

So if it seems we just don’t care, that isn’t it at all.
We choose to let things roll right off, like a duck’s back waterfall.
We’ve seen a lot throughout the years, we’ve had our share of strife,
Now WE choose what can get our goat, what matters in this life.

Experience and knowledge gained, keeps us above the fray.
If yesterday had troubles, well, today’s a brand new day.
Besides our God will help us turn the storms of life to drizzle.
When little complications come, that’s what they are, they’re little.

We’ve been there, done that, paid the dues, the dues of yesterday.
We’ve lived our life and we have dealt with much along the way.
And so we’ve earned the right to take our time to analyze,
Eliminate the pointless things and not resort to lies.
  
We say exactly what we think, what’s really on our mind,
And though it seems our filter’s gone, try not to be unkind.
Yes, getting to a “certain age” affords a new dynamic,
A broader outlook, some might say, it’s simply panoramic.

More patient, no, that isn’t us, some say that we’re sardonic.
We choose to use a few choice words, for us it’s economic.
Yes, getting older has its perks, “we calls ‘em like we sees ‘em.”
The moments left are ours to make, that’s why we want to seize them.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

GROWING OLD vs. LOOKING OLD

Well, here I am again with my views about growing older.  Could it be that I know something about it? Perhaps, but this post was inspired by a saying I heard recently and I decided it was something that would make a good poem.  Let's see if you agree.

YOU CAN’T HELP GETTING OLD
By Patty Lynn

A wise man or wise woman said: You Can’t Help Getting Older,
But what I love is what came next, a statement that’s much bolder.
The rest of what was said is this: You Don’t Have to Get Old!
Perhaps that sounds confusing, but I believe it’s GOLD!

Just think about it and you’ll find you do have some control.
The years will come regardless but not looking old’s the goal.
Now I am not referring to an anti-age routine...
Of wrinkle creams and serums, not some crazy weird regime.

What’s really meant is never falling prey to dowdy fashion,
And looking like your Grandma did with make-up that’s been rationed…
To be a bit of lipstick that she’d wear for an occasion,
And even that would happen if it came with some persuasion.

Make sure you don’t interpret what I say as advocating…
Wearing clothes like those in high school; here’s what I’m indicating:
Just accentuate your positives, eliminate the rest.
That foot that you put forward, it should always be your best.

The message here is simple, just grow old most gracefully,
Take pride in how you look and stay on trend, dress tastefully.
You can’t stop time from marching so present yourself with class.
You can still make an impression whether a laddie or a lass.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

WHAT IS THIS ELUSIVE THING?

One has only to pick up a magazine or watch 15 minutes of TV to know how the world, or better yet, the glamour industry defines BEAUTY.  There was a brief interview with Meg Ryan this afternoon and in the course of it, they showed clips of her back in the When Harry Met Sally and You've Got Mail days.  One look at her now and anyone can see what Meg has done to attempt to "hang on" to her youth.  In other words, what she felt was necessary to do surgically to maintain her
"beauty," which Hollywood spells Y-O-U-N-G.  But what is beauty, really.  This little poem presents how I define beauty.  Let's see if you agree.

WHAT THEN IS BEAUTY?
By Patty Lynn

“The face that launched a thousand ships” was one description of...
The beauty of a women’s face and man’s idea of love.
“You oughta be in pictures, you’re wonderful to see”
Was one composer’s way to show a face’s quality.

These two are just examples of what beauty is to some
And everyone has their idea, and likewise, I have one.
To me there’s nothing that compares to this when simply worn,
And I‘ve considered many things, I’m definite, not torn,

But I believe it matters not, the beauty of each feature.
There’s something universal that is true for every creature…
And this alone makes every face so beautiful, indeed,
That I with every confidence and certainty proceed.

To me a face, yes, every face, can be a thing of beauty
And I would be remiss if I neglected this, my duty...
To share with you, what is for me the ultimate ingredient,
And since I’ve made you wait so long, I’d better be expedient.

The single thing that must be there to make a face, well, beautiful,
Now you might disagree with me and think my view’s refutable,
But this is just MY feeling, how I myself define
What beauty is to me, that is, and it is solely mine.

To me a SMILE upon a face, is beauty, nothing less.
It doesn’t matter if that face has features that possess…
The perfect nose or steamy eyes or cheeks with lovely blush,
To me that’s immaterial, won’t ever make me gush.

No, no, not me I’d rather see a smile upon that face
And if I see it beam I’m moved, my heart begins to race.
They say the eyes are really this, a window to the soul,
But if I see a smile of joy, I just might lose control.

So if you want the secret to make yours a face of beauty,
Just listen, listen carefully, it works, yes, absolutely,
For all you have to do is SMILE and wear it faithfully
And if it’s genuine you’ve found the secret to your beauty!

Friday, August 26, 2016

PRECIOUS MOMENTS

If you're a Grandma or Grandpa over 65 I'm sure you can relate to the statement, "I'm not as young as I used to be!" Not a brilliant statement but very true.  And never is it so obvious than when you're spending a couple of hours with your grandchildren.  Tiring, for sure, but wonderful time spent?  Yes, indeed! I think all we grandparents would agree.  And that's what prompted this blog.  Whether 40 or 70, I'm sure you can relate.


TOO FEW
By Patty Lynn

Today I spent the afternoon with my two favorite boys.
At first, they played outside a bit while I enjoyed the noise.
Then after that we played a game, a video game with clues…
To help you find some objects in a room with different views.

From there we played a bowling game on Wii; that’s so much fun.
I’ve got to say of all the games, that that’s my favorite one.
When that was done I surely hoped that downtime was in order...
Because at that point my reserve was barely worth a quarter.

But not these two, no, Candyland was what we all should play,
And I must say it sure was fun, a good end to the day.
When they were younger games would bring such tears, if either lost,
But now that they’re approaching ten, it hasn’t such a cost.

Just playing games with them today, though it was plain exhausting,
I’d never trade for anything, to my life they’re the frosting.
Then perfect timing, Mom arrived and it was time to go,
And when they did their Gram collapsed, what hit me, I don’t know...

Was it a bus, was it a train, no, just two darling boys…
Whose energy puts mine to shame, my little bit destroys.
But I am not complaining, no, the contrary is true.
The hours that I spend with them, I’d have to say, too few.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

C’MON ALREADY

Don’t we all forget things?  Haven’t you ever walked into a room and when you got there, scratched your head because you can’t remember what you came in there for?  Sure you have, we all have. Then why, if you’re over 60, is it thought of as evidence of a diminished capacity? And even more, why do we have to label it as a “Senior Moment?” 

SENIOR MOMENTS
By Patty Lynn

You call them “senior moments,” but I don’t like that name.
Sometimes I just forget things, my heads not in the game.
Big deal, those moments happen, I’m sure you have them, too.
When you forget I don’t assign a “special” a name to you.

“I know that I came in here for...ah, something, I don’t know?”
I try to think, but it won’t come so I just turn & go.
That doesn’t mean my mind is gone or that I have Dementia
‘Cause brilliant you have named it so, hey, let’s alert the Media.

You say that I have memory loss or other brain disorder?
Or could it be, like everyone, my thoughts just tend to wander?
And then your explanation is that it’s a sign of aging.
But aren’t we all affected by the years & aren’t we changing?

I still remember back in school we all just longed to be…
A senior, for that was the best, on that we’d all agree.
But now fast forward to today and it means something else.
To be a senior means that you belong up on the shelf.

It means you’re done, fini, the end, no longer someone bright,
That brain of yours, it now grows dim, your screws are loose, not tight!
Well, I will say, it’s not like that, there’s much that I can give.
Don’t bury me ‘neath the words like that, I’ve much more life to live.

And while you’re at it, best think twice, the names you give upset,
To “senior” this, dementia that, come on, we all forget.
And if you’re naming things like that, I’d really rather be…
A freshman, sophomore, junior, too, when you’re describing me.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

TIME MOVES ALONG

I saw something in a book I read that really stuck with me, You're younger today than you will ever be. So true.  But the more we look at life from an "older" perspective, it seems all we see are those darn limitations and mourn the loss of the things we can't do anymore.  Perhaps it's time to look at aging differently, what'd'ya say?  Could we actually think of ourselves as younger, at least for today? That certainly is more positive than negative, and by that alone has value.  Think about it.

TIME IS SWIFT
By Patty Lynn

You’ve heard it said, “You could be dead, but it’s hell getting old!
“The young don’t know the way it feels, no matter what they’re told.”
If you’re not there, the thinning hair, the aches and pains, the wrinkles,
The slowing gait, the stop and wait, the eyes that once had twinkles…

To name a few, soon ‘twill be you, they’re part and parcel of…
The process that we all go through and aren't the things we love.
But aging’s what we all began the day that we were born.
Remember how we longed to be the grown-up you now scorn?

You say you never longed to be this face that now you see…
Right there, right in that mirror there, you say, “that can’t be me!”
Well, I assure you that it is, that’s how it works, that aging.
And it won’t stop, no matter what, despite the fact you’re waging…

A war against the toll those years have taken, left their mark,
They’ve taken once your youthful glow, replaced it with the stark…
Reality that now you live, that agile step is gone,
But what is left are achy days and fitful sleep till dawn…

Till you awake to what you say’s a day like yesterday.
Yet those two words, yes, “you awake,” that fact it should outweigh…
The negatives, the ailments, the laundry list of sorrows,
Your yesterday is over now, you have a new tomorrow.

Why dwell upon the things you had, and live in what is lost?
If you don’t see the things you have, it comes at such a cost.
You’ll miss the joy of living life, the blessings it still brings.
An attitude of gratitude improves, well, everything.

If you remember only this, I hope that you can see…
That you are younger, here today, than you will ever be.
So make the most of every day, don’t waste the time you have.
Today’s a gift, time will be swift, trade sorrowful for glad.

If you remember only this, I hope that you can see…
That you are younger, here today, than you will ever be.
So make the most of every day, don’t waste the time you have.
Today’s a gift, time will be swift, trade sorrowful for glad.


Sunday, August 14, 2016

Going to Extremes

Have you ever wished that your husband was more engaged in the day-to-day household things?  Do you feel like if he were, he could help you find something when you're at your wits end,  and he's just oblivious?  Still, he's quick to notice when he can't locate something that he needs and comments, "How can find anything I this house.  It's such a mess!"

Well, tonight's post deals with these very things and shows that some are willing to go to extremes to make a point and elicit some help.

FINDING A SOLUTION, TOGETHER
By Patty Lynn

Have you ever thought your life would be much easier if you...
Never put your things away but left them out, oh, boy, I do?
The reason that I say this is I’m sick of spending time
Or better said, of wasting it, I think that it’s a crime…

That every time I put away, oh, This or That, I find
No, that’s not right, I can not find that something, every time!
The place where I have put it just escapes me, so I’m sure...
That never putting things away’s the answer, that’s the cure!

So if I leave it out, next time I’ll find it, don’t you see?
No more that constant searching that confounds frustrated “me.”
Then confident, I tried it, I was sure of my solution…
The last thing I expected was a sort of a revolution!

I guess I didn’t think it through, consider all the clutter,
But it was clear when I could hear my husband murmur, mutter.
Yes, underneath his breath he said, “This mess, it drives me crazy!
Why can’t she put this stuff away, is she just plain too lazy?”

And so I tried, though futilely, to explain my method to him,
But he didn’t get my logic, guess such clarity eludes him.
I told him how this method would eliminate my searching,
How sure I was about this great idea I was birthing!

But he says, “Wait a minute, think about what’s left behind?
The stuff all over everywhere will make me lose my mind!
Then pretty soon the clutter will prevent you, dear, from finding
The very thing you’re looking for, this method’s undermining…

Your quest to save more time, won’t save it in the long run.
You’ll soon have what you had before, not finding things the outcome.
But if we work together, find a system that makes sense,
(And maybe all the things we have can somehow be condensed,)

Together we can do it, help each other to remember.
What do you say, could this idea be a strong contender?”
We sat right down and we figured out a way to make it work.
He looked at me, I looked at him and gave a little smirk.