I will absorb the warm sunshine today, I'll wrap myself within a golden ray. Nature's music enchants the tropic air Where windswept waves will spur me to declare The tender wishes I've been dreaming of, That younger years when we first fell in love Could cross the barriers of time's sweet past And return pain free bodies that would last. When the young speak about the golden years They do not realize the many fears That plague us as we reach that golden age. They do not understand our pent-up rage At doing simple things we used to do Can be too much and soon pain will ensue. Poetry can return us to our spring Where youth of green is seen in everything. 10-27-19