Magazine Posts

We all need love,
it's not running away,
when you express love,
but home you will stay.

How much joy
is left in my heart,
after all the disease,
has taken us apart?

My life isn't over,
it's barely just begun.
I hope to live some more,
at least to a hundred and one.

Now, I could go tomorrow,
before the rising sun,
but I can't leave yet,
for my Wifes the only one.

Oh, sweet surrender,
come love me again,
as I miss your hugs

I no longer get weepy,
eyed, except when I
hear a Willie Nelson
song.

My writing is prolific,
it's what it seems.
I'm a simple old man,
I'm not a machine.

I need a desk.
I need a lamp.
I need an envelope,
with a postage stamp.

Beautiful dreamer,
beautiful day.
My love for you,
will always stay.

It was in the far past,
when stars fell from the sky,
hitting the land and sea.
No recovery efforts, no reason why.

When I was young,
I knew a girl, called Sue.
She would never, ever,
do what I wanted to.

A scary thought,
both night and day.
Will you be here,
after I've gone away.

Ask not of me,
for favor free,
when you love me not,
though I am not thee.

Beautiful dreamer,
Beautiful day.
My love for you
Will always stay.

I failed to see,
this part of life,
living alone,
without my wife.

Why am I troubled?
Why am I sore,
when my true love,
Is gone. No more.

To see her,
smiling face,
without a
sweet embrace.

Sadness eats
at my soul,
as a person,
I am no longer whole.

In the dead of the night,
running fast as you can,
be careful as you step,
beware the Gingerbread Man.