Aging Ungracefully

it is assumed that aging is one of those things

that need not be taught!  We just let ourselves

glide from year to year from tear to tear without

a scope to gauge our progression or regression as

the case may be. Is it flippant on our part to be

gazing directly into extinction without an inkling

of how to finesse the void yawning at us. Is this a

case where no plan is the best we can do? I find it

increasingly difficult to reconcile doing nothing but

jabbing a few words that are unlikely to be heard!

Today I heard a pair of Blue Jays quarrelling over a

worm that was still a-squirm. I was delighted to see

their shadows hurtling across the lawn.  In a twinkle

the shadow mocked their flight so quickly I wasn’t

sure I had seen it at all. That’s the thrall I am in when

my days on earth just lurched past 35,000 and I am

fiddling around with inane questions about Blue Jays!