Hang in there when life treats you… Fight for it and never give up too… Dreams you realize are that much s… When the struggle is longer and to… Problems in life, they’re always p…

Born today gone tomorrow Life unfolds fast never slow Thin slice of eternity Half note in a symphony Ghostly mist life appears

Seventy five, a milestone That I thought I’d never reach Tis dusk, I face the unknown In my life’s secluded beach I think about tomorrow

My favorite poem is Ozymandias by… This poem is my own understanding… in that sonnet to a long dead king… Long ago Shelley wrote a poem about Ozymandias, king of kings

A Tribute to Today... It’s the first day of April And he’s wary and watchful He’s on his toes and careful Not wanting to be made a fool

Happy life the motivation Everything in moderation Existence will be rewarding When the days are gratifying ***

Even in the gloomiest of days, she… In the darkest of midnights, she’s… With her around, all the rose peta… Vibrant colors of the rainbow dazz… Without her, the days are gray and…

the crests of the wavelets shimmer in the late afternoon sun momentarily blinding her as she gazed into the horizon the crimson disk

A Sonnet Their marriage is anchored on soli… Not on soft clayey mud nor shiftin… Thus able to weather the days stor… Avoid the rough seas, stay firmly…

A Haiku Blue green dragonfly Hopping blossom to blossom Whispering sweetly Wings of gossamer

As I grow old and grey, days get… Myself, I find preoccupied with d… That moment I surrender my last b… Wondering what lies beyond life’s… Will my parting be painful and dra…

The ocean lies, serene and still Its glassy surface, shades of chil… A sudden dive—a seagull’s flight Sends ripples dancing in the light A lovely morn from ship’s balcony

The journey has been long For those who still remain They wonder, weak yet strong The nonagenarian train Their friends have gone to rest

Our universe a locked cage We’re hamsters on a big wheel Pointless round and round we go Not a moment to be still And when the world overwhelms

i’m out of things to write about;… a sense of uselessness, like when… a long time ago, when i felt just… of little or no consequence; all a… filled with people, talking, but n…