In midst of the flurry this season,
To notice there is beyond reason
Varieties vast,
And never outclassed,
By all other sights you can squeeze in.
The season can hold what is jolly,
Or hold all that old melancholy.
Note what is made Bright
With love and with Light.
Care, woven midst baubles and holly.
Those times when you’re thinking of quitting,
Near burn-out, depletion admitting.
Pull up your resolve,
And let things evolve.
Just what do you need? Recommitting!
A stop as you pass a library,
On whim, or a trip necessary,
Will likely provide,
With what was supplied,
A pause that’s beyond ordinary.
When routine becomes repetitious,
When doing is just expeditious,
So, what can you do,
To fire-up anew?
And add just one spark that’s “delicious?”
The walking they do, I’ve admired,
I will do that too when required.
That will be my tack,
Then I can get back.
My need-to is that I’m flat-tired.
I start out with much apprehension.
My thinking’s reflecting my tension.
And what I have found,
As we move around,
It’s Help. It’s the “screw-up prevention.”
Slowly at levels I thought I’d hate,
Active, with goal to regenerate.
I think you’ll agree
I surely can be
Living quite fully at any rate.
My birthday time has been quite thought-filled.
With rambling-musing, not plot-filled.
Reviewing the years,
With joy and with tears.
Important for me, and not fraught-filled.
Rides that have given great pleasure,
Are memories I’ll always treasure.
The things that I’ll do,
Will challenge me through,
And satisfy me beyond measure.
Life can get heavy and serious.
Mindset can be deleterious.
Have fun and go play,
To brighten your way.
Remedy clear! Not mysterious.