Arts

Contrary to thinking, it is nice to grow old 
Now can disregard advice and things we are told 
Time to kick off our shoes to just sit a spell 
No need to worry if things do not go well 
Admire our family, only we know they are so grand 
Smile when things go wrong, pretend we understand 
A time to enjoy old songs and an old movie 
Without pretending to be cool or groovy 
No need to worry about making money for retirement
We just grew right past that burdensome requirement
Our attitudes develop to now just who cares
For things we do are our own private affairs
We do silly things and wear clothes out of style
People excuse us as being just a little senile
We know and understand the silly things we have done
But we enjoy it, so let others also have a little fun
As each New Year adds another one gone by
It gives another smile, another twinkle in the eye
It is nice being young and adventurously bold
But still better,  just slowly growing old
 

Our beautiful neighbor, Kiki, gave us a big problem 
She would visit us, work, dance, or sing a native song 
Her main desire was no secret, for she often said 
"When you go to America, I am going along" 
An answer of what to tell was at our back door 
Growing in a crack of an old concrete walk 
A spiny plant struggled, as it proudly grew 
The dainty flower waving in the air, trying to talk 
It was trying to say, my seed by chance landed here
I had a choice, weather away, or survive each day
Today my flower is as beautiful as any in the world
Growing was not easy, but success came my way
Our answer now was easy
God placed your seed here
BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE
Be it here, or some place far