Magazine Posts

Residents, too many,
for the support they need,
for daily functions of being,
dressed or to feed.

Why must a life,
end in this way?
Is there a reason?
I know but can't say.

Forlorn the World,
in sadness lain,
loss of lives by terrorist,
Why?

When will hatred end?
Is this truly, God's way?
It is hard to fathom
the rational needed,
to believe what we do,
is right.

Empathy,
Compassion,
Not everyone is gifted,
with those attributes.
How unbelievably sad.

Here we are,
mere shadows now,
of what we there then,
and with questions about how.

How do we give,
when we are away?
How do we live,
in our life's array?

When I was a runner,
I liked facing into the wind,
on the outward leg,
coming home wind at my back.

An easier line,
with less effort, as the
wind pushed you along,
warmer and easier to run.

Those were the days.
I would run mile after mile,
an effortless time, feeling
I could run forever.

Life is a journey,
a long struggle, for most.
Solving life's riddles,
happens when you're a Ghost.

Take care of yourself.
Do everything good,
from exercise to eating,
be informed as you should.

The sky was grey,
not the blue, we know.
A dull, grey day, with
a beautiful sunset show.

You sit there,
for a little while,
impressing me,
with your smile.

You captured my heart,
when caring for my wife.
I care about you as
a granddaughter's life.

A Wayward life,
now past due,
for the light you see,
is nothing new.

Rustled the wind,
at break of day,
strong are the gusts,
guiding your way.

I love you, Ellie.
I surely do.
I'm unsure about me,
and what I will do.

Random thoughts
of no substance.
Off the wall comments,
luck by chance.

What is said,
matters not to me.
If I have a drink,
then I may see.

I'll go away,
you can sleep,
for my thoughts
are shallow, not deep.

These words,
make sense, not.
All you can see,
is all I've got.