On Growing Older

The scarecrow stood with its head held high admiring the view from the hill
The waterfall scattered its glistening jewels as the heron stood gracefully
still
It seemed I looked without seeing, I failed to grasp what I saw
For all of Nature’s beautiful gifts I blissfully chose to ignore
As sandy beaches and soft swelling tides invite the inquisitive young
And caviar, oysters and pâté de foie invite the discerning tongue
So comes the desire to be lost awhile in the depths of the forest glade
Midst the cool deep greens where ancient oaks cast wondrous spells in their
shade
And if sometimes I feel in retrospect a regret for the waste of my youth
Then I pause to reflect that I still have time before growing long in the tooth
To achieve all the things that I should have achieved when idleness led me
astray
And being aware of what I have missed, I’m extending my use of the day