Magazine Posts

Garden art did abound,
as my love would purchase,
Garden Art for the yard.
This is written about a
garden gnome.

The mind can be a terrible place,
as thoughts, with worries, enters,
to interfere with the logic of your mind.
Never fear. Think and believe, you will see.

It's the little things,
I miss most in this new life.
When my love, my rock
is no longer here. My wife.

What happens,
when you're told,
"You're very sick, now,
but hey! You're old."

Just one moment,
is what I say.
If you can't be positive,
please go away.

I feel better than
I have for years,
so please don't,
bring up old fears.

You've lived a long life,
isn't that enough?
Well, ok, so what?
I will be tough,

I will fight,
this dreaded disease.
When I win,
I'll be at ease.

A time of life, I am now aware,
for I know about when I will leave,
this world. Stage 4 Liver/Prostate Cancer,
a statement about your life's end.
At this point in time friends, always
important are more now than ever.

At this stage of life,
another step toward,
the final outcome,
of a life lived, with joy.

No matter why,
I need a reason.
All I need is to talk,
about you. Tis the season.

Long were the shadows,
beneath the tall trees.
Wind rustling branches,
creating falling leaves.

Dry is the air,
in this July heat wave.
Why do the Gods,
like to misbehave?

It's strange to contemplate,
the end of a life,
after you have been informed,
"it's a matter of months."

I'm not thinking,
about the days going by,
or that my time will be over.

I'm trying to contact friends,
I care about to tell them goodbye
and convey my love for
their friendship. That's a good thing.

There is good in most situations. This
is a good thing...
Love to all, in this great adventure.
Good luck to all of you,
during your present and future life.

A kindred moment,
as friends depart,
with long goodbyes,
doing their part

to assure we will,
meet again,
be it in sunshine
or a day of rain.

Hope to see you,
this time next year,
if God is willing
and you buy the beer.

Oh, what a time,
when Gods began to play,
with Rainbows, Thunder,
and a lightning display.

Grey are the clouds,
dark Cumulus Nimbus,
we as mere mortals,
will huddle in masses.

Forgotten
and forlorn,
since the day,
I was born.

Coming into this world,
back in my day,
was being born and
delivered on the dining
room table, by a midwife.

Humble beginnings,
no money for play,
but warmth and comfort,
was there every day.

The depression was
hard on all around,
yet they toiled at work,
if it could be found.

Not much money,
you could hear them say,
when a good wage, could
be a dollar a day.

Pay yourself first
was the rave,
a hard thing to do,
trying to save.