The Morning Poem by Gwen Newcomb

I woke with a start
At the sound of the paper
Plopping on the drive.
A brand new day,
So great to be alive!
I love the early morn
When thoughts are fresh
The silence is astounding
And I can think!
I can write, read the paper,
Anything I please!
Being in the final season
Of ones life
Seems a life of ease.
No rushing, no off to work,
Nothing pressing to do,
Husband still sleeping,
These are what they call perks!
Some say the golden years
Are not what they ought to be,
Perhaps I'm not there yet
I'm not waiting to see!
I have important things to do,
Planning lunch with friends,
Perhaps visiting a shut in
Who needs encouragement too.
I have lots of calls to make
Notes of thanks to send.
Perhaps the golden years
Are still around the bend.
I'm too busy to think about it,
After all, I'm just almost eighty!
Lots of spirit left, sights to see.
This wonderful land of ours
Waits for us to explore and enjoy it!
Tomorrow will soon be here,
I'll think about the golden years
Another day, when ninety is near!