Poems

Do What You Love

Do What You Love

A Boomer Poem – inspired by e.e. cummings, Nelson Mandela, and Dr. Seuss

It always seems impossible until it is done

Nelson Mandela once said

That certainly applies to January days

When we don’t want to rise from our beds

Active Adults “Jam” Against the “Chiller”

Active Adults “Jam” Against the “Chiller”

A Halloween Boomer Poem, inspired by “Thriller,” by Michael Jackson

Almost November

Before 7 pm it’s getting dark

The chilly moonlight

You’re under blankets or a heavy sark

You can’t get warm...

Oh, The Place You Will Live...

Oh, The Place You Will Live...

A Boomer Poem, inspired by Dr. Seuss

Congratulations-

On your decision today!

You found a neighborhood

And decided to stay!

Summer Nights, Boomer-Style

A Boomer Poem, inspired by Summer Lovin’ - Olivia Newton-John & John Travolta/Grease

We’re right-sizing, having a blast

Found our dream home – happened so fast

Single story, lawn maintenance-free

And the floor plan’s perfect for me

Boomer Life’s A Breeze

A Boomer Poem, inspired by Summer Breeze, by Seals & Crofts, 1972

How I love it, hangin’ by the window

In the A/C on those summer nights

I see the full moon shining through the window

Unobstructed, it’s so bright

Active Adults Celebrate Spring

April showers early came

Dousing us most of the days in March

Flowers blooming, pollen in the air

Longer days, fewer hours in the dark.

Waiting in Winter - A Boomer Poem

I taste the morning coffee – an inspirational thing.

Winter dawn colorful one day, gray the next

In Georgia, where weather’s mercurial nature

Led us to invent “dressing in layers”

An assortment of coats, sweaters, scarves

Gloves for good measure

We Gather Together (Virtually)

A Boomer Poem  (with bonus holiday information & links)

We gather together online for Thanksgiving

A screen shot of family this year we’ll employ,

It’s par for the course in this year we are living

Still turkey and dressing and pie we’ll enjoy.

Contemplating Autumn at Home

A Boomer Poem, inspired by “To Autumn,” by John Keats

Our season of crisp air and apple festivals,

Nature changes from hues of green to gold;

Leaf-peeping to fully enjoy the season that is Fall,

Trees embrace the last hurrah, and prepare for cold.

Here In Our Windsong Home - A Boomer Poem

(inspired by “Our Little Town,” by Simon & Garfunkel, 1970)

In our neighborhood

We find comfort in knowing

We have so much life in common

And we can lean on each other

In joy and pain and through it all

We chose each other, after all.