A Start? Or not?

I like these words.. not sure if I could take them and start something worth reading..  Let me just put them here and look at them for a few days.  Who knows... miracles have happended.

 You know, 

as I age, 

I find it easier 

to be kind... 

I'm sort of like 

most of my road has already been walked

I can't unwalk any of it. 

I can't rewind my life and play it over 

I can't undo anything I've already done 

but 

I can from this day on, 

be sure I am kind. 

I don't want to insult anyone 

or 

make anyone cry. 

Doesn't mean I am weak 

or 

that I don't value my own opinion.. 

just means 

there's never a reason 

to not be kind.

Aging.. not so gracefully

Wasting time
like we have years

stretching before us...
Childish mentalities
Coming out of a grown up mouth
Threats
Not bloody
But power wielding
Bully stuff.

Nearing four score
have we learned
Absolutely nothing?

Inside, I am
My younger self
Strong and independent
But going 

in the Opposite

direction

I'm old now
Crumbling bones
Rounded shoulders
Moving along 

a few steps
At a time
Tottering mostly.
Age is a strength destroyer
Pain is worse
It consumes me...
Making most everything
Irrelevant.

Where do I go from here?
How do I get there?
Even my cane only supports me
Sometimes

copyright 7-10-2016 vrd

First time in a long time...

It's been so very long since I wrote anything really good.  Probably the last ten or fifteen poems I wrote, back when I was starting to get back to writing were not very good. I can't even tell you what the last good poem was.  I sat here tonight and read every single poem on this blog. There are some older ones, some comical ones, and some newer (not so good) ones.  But whichever, I enjoyed reading them.  I do have to admit I think I'm a good writer sometimes.  Well, at least I was a good writer sometimes.  Now?  I'm not so sure.  I would really love to be able to get back to writing with some feeling, writing things that were believable.  Things people would like to read over and over.  I'm at the age where I know I will never have any of my work published.. but I hope with all my heart that someone some time will want to read them.  I hope they don't get shoved into the salvation army donation box and forgotten about. I hope someone will want to keep  them.

I'm going to try my very best to get back to writing.. maybe if I do some every day I will get my muse and my ability back?

J