Chasing My "Self"

What’s with this surging need?                                                                                       I sit and type and wonder why.                                                                                         The words come flying out of “the sky”.   

Have they been hiding all along

If so, I’ll use them as “My Song”.

 

Am I poised to live and learn

Will I continue to actively earn?

 

So many questions, 

far less time

Will I burn or will I shine?

 

Does it matter any way

If I choose to have my say?

 

Like bursts of light

Words join as if in flight.

 

Like Geese in the air

They join and create

Winter is harsh

It hides their food

They know they, too,

Have a lot to lose.

.

We humans see

We’re not fools.

 

Each finds their special tools

To survive and to wait,

Knowing there IS 

an expiration date.

 

While we can, we do;

When we can’t, we won’t.

 

Today I have the choice

Today I raise my voice.

 

A wrinkle here,

A slower step there.

 

Be careful, Mom, I’m told

A loving hand extends to hold.

Perfectly capable --

Yet "she" has some "fear".

She watched her Grandmother

And shed many tears.

 

Megaphones screech

Across the electronic page

Telling me I’m worthless

Just because of “age”

 

Then why, tell me please,

Do YOU want to incur

More candles each year

If you see "in me"

What you most fear?

 

You can’t wait to age

You see it as a “perk”

Let me tell you, my “friend”

That’s acting like a “jerk”

 

Value what you have

Embrace where you are

Soon you’ll hear the shouts

Causing you to doubt.

 

Others have been born

They demand a place.

Wanting to take yours

It’s going to be your fate.

 

It’s a life story,

Filled with doubt and worry.

 

Stand up, speak out

It’s never too late.

Spread love abundantly

Let others build lives with hate.

 

Strange how survival 

is seen as distress

It causes concerns 

and such a mess!

 

We’re blamed for the actions 

The deeds and the plans

All to build fortunes

From what we achieved

And refuse to “concede”.

 

Life seemed to drag

Then it flew by fast

It’s Memories moving forward

Relclaimed from my past.

 

“I’m fine, thanks for asking

Sleeping well, eating right”.

You know you’re quickly aging

When many health questions 

come to light.

 

Of course my end 

is closer in sight. . .

How fortunate I am 

to know it’s not tonight.