Life’s a journey, age is just a road sign
Take a step
Take a breath
Love someone
Love yourself
Be present
Be you
Life’s a journey, age is just a road sign

all of the things
that sometimes are left
not said and unsayable
not known and unknowable
alone without a muse
a quiet spell ensues

all the things
that are left
are not said
and not known
alone and without
a quiet spell

the things
that left
are unsaid
and unknown
all alone
a quiet

things
left
unsaid
unknown
alone
quiet

reading my life like a book
turning pages so fast it’s a blur
that makes my head spin
and scarcely gives me time to wonder
what just happened
to another year

chapter and verse
for better or worse
here I am

each page written is the last
one I can barely read with blurry eyes
yet what is around the bend
keeps me foraging and wondering
what is coming
with another year

chapter and verse
for better or worse
here I am

the story is of loss and love
and triumph and defeat so glorious
that the protagonist and antagonist
merge in a Gemini sort of way
standing together
to face a new year

chapter and verse
for better or worse
here I am

unfinished, the end is unwritten
and perhaps the climax is not past
As I wade for inspiration
in the lost and found of muses
turning the page
to this new year

chapter and verse
for better or worse
here I am

“With All My Love”, I always say
But clearly that’s not true
For our love grows with every day
And it’s all because of you

With every year that passes by
A more beautiful woman I see
And even though you’re sixty-five
You’re still nineteen to me

Happy Birthday Catherine
With All My Love (so far)