There was a time a long way back
When one could eat a berry.
It could be straw or blue or black,
There was no need to worry.
Now when we purchase food to eat,
We always read the label,
So that we know it is a treat
We are placing on the table.
Produce brought from foreign lands
Is always an unknown.
Our country does not have a hand
In how that food is grown.
So listen to my tale of woe
And what I have to say.
To help insure that healthy glow,
Buy good old USA!
I wish that I could give myself a gift of just a day,
A time that I could set aside to rest or maybe play.
I'd take a nap or read a book or simply take a walk,
And telephone a friend so we could sit and have a talk.
I'd walk the beach and pick up shells and watch the morning sun,
I wouldn't worry if my daily chores did not get done.
My face would always wear a smile, I'd laugh at little things,
My mind would not be occupied with what tomorrow brings.
Someday I'll give myself this gift, a day that's just for me,
And I will treasure every minute as it's meant to be.
I'll watch the sun rise in the morning, watch it as it sets,
And know that each new day is just as good as it can get.
We're waiting and we're watching the approaching hurricane,
We must decide if we will stay or go.
One thing is certain; we will have a lot of wind and rain,
And as to damage, we don't really know.
Securing our possessions so they won't blow away,
Our windows shuttered to avert the storm.
Packing clothes and treasures so we can leave today,
To keep us safe, and far away from harm.
We start upon our journey; and all the while we ponder
If this is what we should or should not do,
We leave the island, heading north, and up the road we wander,
Listening to the updates on the news.
We camp with friends and choose a site a hundred miles from here,
There's water and mosquitoes all around.
There are some trees that cause us to have a little fear
That wind will send them tumbling to the ground.
A gentle breeze was what we had, with just a little rain,
Tornadoes threatened properties close by.
We knew we had survived the dreaded hurricane,
And thanked God for the sun up in the sky.
Returning to our island, we were glad to see
That in the storm, no damage had been done.
As we do love our home that we call Venture Three,
Enjoying life with friends, the sea and sun!
"Don't grow old", he said, as he shuffled from the room.
It made me pause to stop and think about my pending doom.
"Don't grow old", she said, as she rose up from the chair.
She had to grab a hold of me, her weight too much to bear.
He's having trouble with his teeth, he bought them from the store.
Her hearing left her through the years, "What's that?" she implores.
When I was young, I thought that old was someone just like me,
But now as I survey the world, I can plainly see --
That old is really just a word describing bygone years,
Our inner self is who we are, through laughter and through tears.
And that same self is often called our one and only soul,
Which never ages, never dies, no need for
DON'T GROW OLD!
