There are a few things
I will need for my "Old Age."
A friendly cottage smiling out across a misty pond;
God's majesty in mighty oaks
that whisper Spring refrains to Summer's breeze;
a stout canoe for leisure glides to secret coves
where Bigmouth Bass lay wait unknowingly;
a sentimental patch of daisies, here and there,
nodding ardent "Hello's"
to Morning Glories and White Gladioli.
I could lose myself
in the serenity of a haunt such as this.
I could drift to worlds beyond
this superficial life I've seen.
I could release my Spirit
and float among the stars
in quiet reverie.
I could relinquish my grasp
on the past;
would be over.....