Old bones creak
As I stand
Dust falls
From my heavy shoulders
Raining down
On old wooden floors
Both wood and bone
Creak in protest
Stand up
Come now old one
There is much to be done
Your time hasn’t come
The day still awaits
The birds are still singing
The flowers are blooming
So drop your
Cloak of age
Let if fall
Slip from your shoulders
Once weighed down
By a burden
About knowledge and age
Let it pool on the floor
Step over it
Leave it behind
Stand up
There is much
To be done
Old mistakes to fix
Old friendships to mend
There is time
There is time
Watch the sun fall
And the moon rise
Smell lavender
Dancing in your home
Welcome winter
The coming storm
Open your arms
And scream
To no one
About nothing
Whisper out your misery
Bow to destiny
It’s time to wake up
Leave behind
Your worries
And regrets
Of those you leave behind
Stand up
Smile at death
Greet him nicely
And say
“I have been
waiting for you”
He will smile back at you
And say
“Stand up
there is much work
to be done”
September 8th, 2009