Ode to the Sun

This was originally written Jan 30, 1994 - by Lois Kullberg

Where have you been my absent friend?
Could you not come, my heart to mend?
Thick fog surrounded earth and sky,
Both day and night 'til I could cry.

But now I sing my morning song,
Your face is back as I walk along
The streets are bathed in warmth and light,
The birds sing songs of sheer delight.

I walk along the avenue,
Little blossoms peeping through,
The greenest grass, thr bluest sky,
The fairest day of all, says I.

An early morn in early Spring,
My joy is full, my soul does sing,
'Twas it not for feeling shades of gray,
I would not feel so grand today!

THE LADIES' LUNCHEON

The topics of conversationat at our ladies' lunch today,
covered symptoms, signs and pills, plus woes of yesterday.

We talked of operations, and which doctor we should see,
For throats, or eyes, or age spots or gastroentology.

One had feet still aching, or was it a back or a head?
Who cares?  Substitute your own complaint right here instead.

My joints are sore, my feet are cold, but I am not getting old.
My mind is clear, I feel so young; my mem-ries are full of fun.

Meeting challenges of life with Botox and surgery,
Can make me look more glam-rous, but do I want to be?

No regrets are in my way, I earned my wrinkles and locks of gray,
I'll wear them as a badge of pride, 'til I make it to the other side!