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Shattered glass, from a windowpane,
lay strewn on the floor, bare.
Was it a rock or stone?
Do you care?

Life is full of minutia events,
about people who, on the street,
have set up housekeeping in tents.
Is this for real on our local beat?

Do we not care for others
who don't meet our view,
of how to live life,
or is it just you.

Out of sight,
out of mind,
yet that does nothing.
Should we be kind?

Training the needy,
so, they can work.
Is this too difficult?
Why do we shirk?

"Aging is a biological process that no one can avoid. Ideally, growing old should be a time to relax and enjoy the fruits of your labor. Aging also has a darker side, however, often linked to disease.....Every second, your cells perform billions of biochemical reactions that fuel essential functions for life, forming a highly interconnected metabolic network. This network enables cells to grow, proliferate and repair themselves, and its disruption can drive the aging process" More at The Conversation ➜

Out of the dark,
it came,
all muddy and wet,
from yesterday's rain.

Watch your step,
has been said before.
Don't come back,
unless you want more.

They knew not,
of things to do.
Just like the case,
of the old guy. You.

This season, seems to be
one of much sun, but little rain.
I suppose this will mean we
will have a very, wet fall season.

I sincerely hope I will see it,
as my skin is starting to crack,
due to lack of rainy days.
I know this doesn't rhyme, but
I don't care.

Bite the bullet,
and old saying.
Perhaps I should
and get to praying.

Praying for peace,
in this world, ours,
full of riches
and fancy cars.

The killing of children,
has grown old.
Time to step up,
and to be bold.

Stop the insanity,
we are all the same,
skin color, religion,
we all have a name.

Memories of the past,
when I was in 7th grade,
living in Ranier Beach,
soon to be moving.

Through the back door,
boldly, no where to go,
except to keep moving,
for this is my life's show.

Caregivers, a plenty, always asking,
"Are you having any pain?".
Answering, "No I'm not!".
is this a new something?

Up the chimney,
like old smoke,
when you were young
having a toke.

What is it?
When will it be gone?
Get out to vote, please,
so we can move along.

Many like to bring problems,
to your door,
instead of solutions,
which is better for more.

Through the open window,
over the bright painted sill,
on a trip to Na Na land,
at the end of Mulberry Hill.

A brand-new adventure,
stuck within my mind.
I hope those I see there,
will not be too unkind.

Long rows of Violets,
absorbing the noonday Sun,
will I love this place until
my life is over and done?

I hope I do,
for the story I've been told,
it's a wonderful place
for those of us who are old.

From edge of light,
on an Autumn morn,
new love takes flight,
while you're reborn.

May you walk through,
shadowed fields, unfazed,
until you achieve,
you're best of days.

May worry never find you,
in a place of anywhere,
when your soul vanishes,
into the Spring air.

Wicked comes a calling,
reaching out to me.
Should I stay to challenge,
or run away and flee?

Wicked has many ways,
she says will set you free.
I'm uncertain if she means it.
I know it won't be me.

Have to fight temptation,
when it gets in the way.
Start again on the morrow,
when I may go or stay.