Symphony of Silver Years

Every morning my back groans, my knees moan

 as I gather the pieces of my body, now worn

and drag it out of bed.

The world around is up and about

and where I am, others may forget.

Although I fumble, at times even stumble

I teach myself to harness what I have

in rewarding ways, on difficult days

consciously carving  paths  

to those around me, into their hearts.

 

Every morning I welcome a rebirth,

a new paradigm of unbridled joy and mirth

leaving behind a breathtaking view of the past,

the good the bad, the happy the sad

winging to new heights of being, knowing, still soaring.

Transmuting old beliefs, stories, secrets and tears

into priceless moments of loving,

celebrating , caring and sharing

the unique music of the symphony of silver years.