If
• 05/30/22 at 10:53PM •If something happens to me,
what will happen to her?
These questions tear me apart.
An odd way to be, in a case
of affairs of the heart.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
If something happens to me,
what will happen to her?
These questions tear me apart.
An odd way to be, in a case
of affairs of the heart.
Jumped the Lamb
the gambol great,
was it the drink
or something nice,
not made of grain
but fermented rice.
Brown the ground,
beneath my feet.
Grass all dead
where we did meet,
on trodden soil
with roots beneath
the sod of years
of the old growth.
All those things we did before
have gone, here no more.
Memories we cherished, dear
have left and no longer here.
Black as night
blue, green sheen
of feathered coat,
smart not mean.
A noble bird
of any scene
was it a vision
or just a dream?
When Winter Winds
cease to be.
When Spring winds
chase the chill,
Summer winds scorch
the Earth,
as timbers parched,
raise their limbs
to escape the heat,
awaiting Winter snows..
A Lack of truth,
in our World today,
brings on the need
to begin the play
of words and acts
to set the stage
for one another.
Don't ask.me
I'm not your Mother
Forever, more.
A word
More than ever.
Resolves the ills
Of the World.
Commitment to
A cause
Forever.
Enduring to you,
As devotion
A lost love.
A failed dream.
How could fate,
Be this mean?
Dreams die hard
As was seen
When memories left
No room between,
Left of center,
Fat or lean.
Yet you run from
me, with feet afleet,
knowing I can not
handle my defeat.
Love is blind,
this much I know
but pride can cause
an Ego's fall.
For naught the word
said in jest,
For time is gone,
our memories rest.
From early times
of life's travails
comes a dawning
of the experiences,
comprising a life's work.