Golden Time

 

If growing old …
Means being able to catch the sunrise and sunset together
Then, let’s hop on this golden age bandwagon.
And start our “Yee-haw..howdy” ride of a lifetime.

If growing old …
Means discovering there are real deserts out there,
And snow-capped peaks
And beautiful rolling hills (inhale…exhale, catch breath!)
And … splash on late-night Jacuzzis
Aside a bottle of wine; above there’s the starry skies
“Gee, let’s start hoarding colorful bikinis for real!”

If growing old …
Means taking pictures of people & places we only heard of
Or singing, dancing imperfectly to whatever tune
Yet, can still bellow so much fun!
Or indulge over a chase of vodka, tequila, rose’
And still come out “posh and wise”?
“Wow, this age is a liberation, indeed!”

If growing old means…
Finding realities to some fantasies
Discovering things beyond our dreams
Playing and letting the child in us run free
Learning again to love “ourselves” harder and tougher
To pray “THANKS!” vigilantly more than ever
Then… we know … golden clear

This, my love, is what golden time is!