Poetic Bloomings Envision Stacatto

The Last Twenty

I think about the past short twenty years.

They’ve gone by very fast it so appears.

Oh my! I think of this and sigh.

In twenty years, I’ll likely die.

What will they be like when they come to pass?

So I will choose to thrive with fun and class.

I’ll keep this body moving right along.

Oh, I’ll be grooving to my inner song.

Don’t stop! But travel here and there.

And have adventures everywhere.

Kayak and swim and ride electric bikes.

Won’t flop, but have some fun and go on hikes

I’ll learn and stretch well into my old age.

Avoiding living like I’m in a cage.

I will! And share from inner wealth.

Encourage some to godly health.

And I’ll write poems as my world expands.

Until they pry my Dell from cold dead hands.