Rememberances
• 04/09/24 at 08:32PM •Often times, when reflecting on
the past, I will wonder, what was,
I thinking about when I wrote this.
I don't know, is my answer.
You be the judge.
Often times, when reflecting on
the past, I will wonder, what was,
I thinking about when I wrote this.
I don't know, is my answer.
You be the judge.
Someday, soon, when youthful follies
have grown stale and passed.
You will find that, guidance given
was acquired and amassed,
by someone who had gained, by living
a great experience.
This experience of living was learned
through much grief and strife
and in no way, was it intended to
make you change your life.
The intent is to make it easier
for you to find your place
and let you, run with others
while keeping up the pace.
I know I was writing about a friend,
who would listen to my concerns and
provided support by just listening.
A truly, great trait, for a friend.
I am a lucky man.
You work your magic ways
on me and
I feel better.
Sharing just a moment of your time,
soothes me.
Listening is a virtue you have,
like no other I have known.
Perhaps, someday
I will tell you.
When a love is lost,
no matter the cause.
How do you take heartache?
Placing it, on hold or pause?
No matter the time,
no matter the season,
a love lost may,
have many a reason.
Welcome to the World,
of misogynous and sorrow,
of omissions of memories,
about missing a woman tomorrow
The thunder rolled,
as lighting slapped.
A crashing sound,
smelling the Ozone,
in the rain drenched air.
Have we become,
too politically, correct?
Are there any other
barriers we can erect?
Building fences,
seems to be the thing,
keeping people out,
so, they don't bring,
problems to us,
want them or not.
Without fences,
you get what you got.
When the Sun, rises,
in the East,
we will see,
a visual feast.
To write of nothing,
makes little sense,
unless, of course,
you are quite dense.
When this life,
smacks you in the face,
turn the other cheek,
and your faults, embrace.
A lost love,
or a love lost.
What are the burdens,
what is the cost?
To lose a love,
which wasn't yours,
but someone else's
It's your fault. Yours!
I love you,
I truly do,
but my love,
is not fair to you.
When I'm alone
and blue,
I find myself,
thinking of you,
no matter where,
near or far,
I want to be,
where you are.
When hearts collide,
within this chapter of life,
with so many differences,
after losing my wife.
I find it strange to
address someone new,
when I'm still searching for
someone like you.
What do you do,
when faced with this task?
Talk to family and friends,
don't be afraid to ask.
Wayward the boy,
young lad, he.
Wayward the boy,
the boy was me.
Called a "Rowdy",
by some, when in town.
In reality, he was shy,
his pride not found.
Growing into life,
his maturity rose,
now he is known,
for his posture and poise.