Greetings to all from the sunny southwest. And I do mean sunny! The weatherperson tells us that in a day or two we may expect temperatures to reach into the 80s. (But only for a few days, then back to more seasonal norms. You never know anymore, do you? Best just look out the window for a forecast.
Well…here’s my February poem: (this is not supposed to be double spaced, but I can’t seem to change it so…….)
it’s the month of my birth.
and I cannot decide if I should
celebrate and call my friends in
for a party
or cry copious tears of rage
because of age.
but, seriously, I know that
tears are wasted on what I cannot change
and the years will pass
without my permission.
and so, I will put on the smiley face.
I will claim sageness and sagacity
and pretend I am so much wiser
than the young.
I do, however, avoid mirrors,
especially in changing rooms at the mall,
and try not to stare in envy
at my friends who have managed to keep
their youthful figures by
indulging in hopeless exercise.
For even though the sun is shining
to cheer up a winter day,
I can just as cheerfully sit
and exercise my mind,
losing myself and my cares
in other places, other concerns,
other months that may arrive
and offer hope.