Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Rambling on This Fine Morning


By Walt Perryman 


I remember when I was a baby my world was small.
And, my room seemed big, until I learned to crawl.

Later the backyard was my world and it was fun.
But it seemed smaller after I learned how to run.

Later my little hometown seemed like a big city,
But when I got my first car it became itsy bity.

Then I traveled the world and this sounds insane,
But, the earth does not seem so big on a jet plane.

Now, I am getting old but it’s been one heck of a ride,
Now, I’m in a room and it’s a long way to the other side.

Doesn’t matter what stage of life you’re living today,
It’s not how far, but how you live it along the way.

Today, may you travel the road of life with no sorrow,
And have good memories of today, come tomorrow.

©May 2021 Walt Perryman

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