In the Sun

The sun feels good;

It warms my skin

And gets me ready

To begin

To write some lines

Of rhyming verse.

I’m tired, but

It could be worse.

I’m at the age

When things slow down.

My hair is white;

It once was brown.

The years have flown 

And my career

Is over now,

But I’m still here.

I’m lucky that

I’m not alone.

I see some loved ones 

Or we phone.

My waning phase

I know’s begun,

Yet I’m at peace 

Out in the sun.