I am doing well, thank you.
Aches and pains of old age, you know;
could use a new back.
How are you?
I hear the world has not been kind,
but when was it ever?
Mostly you know I think about you, right?
Not so much in prayers,
but more like holding what I know
is GOOD in what you are and do…
holding that close to the center of my being;
like if I were ruling the skies —
or anything, for that matter–
those avenues, those traits would be the first
ones I guard, defend: Keep as a necessity
since they are a PART of you.
Sometimes the world is a better place….
and you notice.
Me? Oh, I get up in the mornings–
try not to scream, most days only succeed partially.
Sometimes I think about how a man would settle me down …
but then I think on the times they just drove me completely up
and i sigh …. weather is nice. I like the sunshine, it reminds
me of my days on the beach. Miss that sometimes,
though I don’t miss the sand.