Every year is getting shorter
as I get older and the seasons
come and go at the speed of
light but the Winters feel so
cold and slow and the Summers
feel long and hot as you look up
and everyone you know has aged
almost beyond recognition and
you wonder how they let themselves
get in such a condition as the pages
keep turning and you wonder to
yourself, "do I look that old?"and for
your youth you are yearning.

As I look for something to say on this
lazy Summer day, I know that I am a
strong person, but every now and then
I need someone to take my hand and
say everything will be all right because
sometimes it is the little things that
matter and the few kind words that
people speak and the few precious
moments that we choose to keep
forever in the back of our minds
as we ride out the final years in
what sometimes feels like an
endless grind.

Forget what hurt you, but never
forget what it taught you and
don't promise when you're happy,
and do not reply when you're angry,
and do not decide when your sad,
and know it's better to bite your
tongue than to eat your words
knowing that the word listen contains
the same letters as the word silent
and know character is how is how
you treat those who can do nothing
for you.

There will always be a "lie" in believe.
an "over" in lover, and an "end" in
friend, an "us" in trust, and an "If" in
life, so be kind, for everyone is fighting
a hard battle and realize that the happiest
people don't have the best of everything,
they just make the best of everything
so don' be afraid to swim upstream
to find that dream.
                                                       Jon York     2016