I’m out for a wonderful-ride day,
A beautiful pedal-and-glide day.
It really is swell
When all’s going well.
A happiness-potion applied-day.
You sit on your bike on your bottom
Viewing surroundings of autumn.
Some changes in sight,
With colors, though slight.
You’re happy your viewing has caught ‘em!
When someone has joined you in singing,
It’s far more than simply “sound-slinging.”
While singing your part,
It’s truly a start.
Connecting with joyful “sound-ringing.”
Just what is the question you’re asking?
Just what is the thought that it’s masking?
Will thinking go deep?
Will it make you keep
New outlook regarding your “tasking”?
We’ve shared many years being married.
Some were smooth-as-silk and some harried,
We’ve come to love more
Than ever before.
And learned—life is really quite varied.
The gift when my days are Bright-Shiny,
Contrasts with a day Dark-and-Whiney.
Delight—I can feel.
Gratitude—real.
By noticing gifts, Large or Tiny.
I pulled out the spice in the “C” spot,
Without taking heed of what-I-got.
I put in the spice,
I didn’t “sniff twice”.
My cinnamon soup is a New Lot!
Continue readingTo ask for some help, you must “play” Brave.
As hard as it is, it might just save
The day when you’re stuck.
It might bring you luck.
Lifting you out of your “help-less” cave.
My travel turned into a treasure,
A time bringing wealth beyond measure.
The very best part,
Has filled up my heart.
Relationships—richness and pleasure.
An outcome from time spent connecting,
With caring and thought intersecting.
A confidence boost,
My worries reduced,
I move on with new hope reflecting.
When I have a “run” of forgetting,
No doubt the results are upsetting.
I’m close to despair,
Still one can declare,
An outcome may show up abetting.
While biking inside, I growl and groan,
“This is so BORING, I sigh and moan,”
Then I hear that nudge,
And I think “Oh, fudge!
I must step beyond my comfort zone!”