One Hundred and Thirty.

The bird flies free across the sky,
I see it and I wonder why?
Why can I not be so free,
I wish you could just see the ME!

One Hundred and Twenty Nine

As I grow older my body fails,
My skin it wrinkles and it pales.
My joints stiffen, my eyes go dim,
I find it harder to stay slim.

Yet through it all my mind survives,
Thoughts buzzing like bees in hives,
Ideas pop up, I think I'm clever.
I hope it stays this way forever!

One Hundred and Twenty Eight.

The dark of space holds stars of light,
Like animal eyes bright with fright.
When I look in to the black,
I want to take the bad things back!