New Poem, Morning Beckons and I follow

Here is my newest poem:

MORNING BECKONS AND I FOLLOW

Morning beckons and I follow
Like watching a princess wave
half-circles slowly on a summer float.
I am welcomed
to easy sun,
and mountain mist,
dew still resting before flight,
birds busy with conversations and cat patrol.
The rainbow colors of roses cascade along fences,
And spiky larkspur dance with hollyhocks,
Laced with the enticement of smelly lavender
And cricket choir from green grass.
I should be so grateful for daily breath,
and I try,
I really do!
But it is hard to concentrate when Babylon calls
From polluted mansions across the shore;
And when red ants eat my extremities one bite after another;
And when I remember not the good sweet peas of life
But the sadness of defeat instead--
Many days I lost the battle and the war--
With no respite from harsh desert within my soul.
Estrangement is branded in my heart space;
If only I could travel back in time,
And fix feelings,
Listen more carefully,
Love completely without distraction.
Failure, over-the-hill type failure.
So much worse to be old inside
Dust and cobwebs at every corner,
Dreams lost and never reclaimed at life's airport baggage return.
And yet I am not entirely alone.
I see desperation in faces I cannot reach,
in places I cannot touch.
Life is a relevant paradox--
A game of red rover, oh won't you come over;
And freeze tag where I am thrown into an akward stance,
Waiting for salvation;
And chess without the Queen.
Someone, please turn my sprinkler system on
So the hot sun will grant a reprieve
Yet one more day.