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’m viewing the wonder of new sights,
Flowers, and ocean, and mountain heights.
Magnificent—true!
Still, visits with you
Are brightest for me, beyond city lights.
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.
When trying is quite ineffective
I CAN take a route that’s corrective.
And ask for your “hand”
With what I have planned.
Results now are good, not defective.
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.
“She wasn’t just talking about biking,
She was talking about life.”
As I am beginning this new year,
I have just one thought that is so clear.
The times I can share
With whomever’s there,
Are routes to connections that endear.
When not knowing how is impeding,
And gets in the way of proceeding,
The best thing to do,
To get your new view …
Get Help for your road to succeeding!
The holidays that I’m expecting
Have portions that I am rejecting.
Sidestep the flurry.
Discard the worry.
What I want from this is connecting.
A phrase that’s said often half-hearted,
Can fall on deaf ears; message thwarted.
What IF we can hear
Intended good cheer?
It can be connection “jump-started”.