Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light