My Years Had Less Worries.

The cool breezes of fall,
Chill me just enough,
To make me wish for a jacket,
And make me thankful,
For the sun today.
My memory has colder Octobers
When my years had less worries.
The times of challenges and fun.
Today sees my hope for warmth.
I welcome my days with family,
Sharing closets of future.

(c) Rick Wyman 10/20/2025

Poem, The Makings of a Memory

Classic notes on the piano,

The rumble of the furnace,

Background steady beat.

Music lessons propel

My daughter’s fingers.

Outside above the city skyline

The full moon takes a bow,

The bright disc shape looks down

As clouds provide curtain calls.

Meanwhile notes fill the air

And my heart fills with warmth

Another memory being made.

©Rick Wyman 11/16/24