The crispy mornings, with dew on grass,
With a soft fog, draping the trees,
To walk the paths, by ponds of glass,
Is enough reverence, for you to seize,
That golf club, with which you play,
As the Sunrise, brightens up the day.
I've started a brand new therapy,
That is to drink most comfortably.
A glass of wine or two, may be
The treatment that works for me.
I prefer a Red, but White can be
A choice that I make openly.
Fourteen Hands, Hot To Trot, is you see,
What I prefer to support my sanity.
No one likes the uncertainty,
Of aging, sometimes not gracefully.
As we age, I must confess
Emotions can become a real mess.
What to do when this happens to you?
Persevere, keep going. That's what we do.