The start of 80th
/As I approach my 80th year in this wonderful world, I choose to think of the words of Louis Armstrong’s What a Wonderful World. I played it a dozen times to cement my sentiment, and rid my mind of current events.
“I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed days, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying, How do you do?
They’re really saying, I love you
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
they’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myyself
What a wonderful world
oh, yeah”