I am never too old to tell the truth;
truth has no age limitation;
never too old to visit a church;
make friends with a new congregation.
I am never too old to tear up and cry;
for tears have great cleansing power;
I am never too old to be
I am never too old to tell the truth;
truth has no age limitation;
never too old to visit a church;
make friends with a new congregation.
I am never too old to tear up and cry;
for tears have great cleansing power;
I am never too old to be
Words have lost all ability to explain;
loneliness and my depths of despair.
Are there still words, that yet, remain;
as evidence that others still care?
Are past love’s thoughts and words;
vacuous thoughts and empty faces?
Or have all of the past been blurred;
by new loves, which
Life’s Summer has gone, long ago;
and Autumn passed by, too;
I feel the effects of the Winter’s snow;
love’s warmth, no longer my view.
Perhaps its the cold of loneliness;
I just don’t really know;
my writing; shifted to poetry;
like the rain turns into
In reality, life; is a war of attrition;
Evil facing Good; in order to survive.
Each battle fought is a form of division;
all participants trying, to stay alive.
The dirty secret is that all life, lives on;
we cannot, our enemy; kill.
And, Evil, itself, will never be gone;
It seems all meaning has vanished;
from yesterday’s world; today;
all of the dead have been banished;
and, no more have something to say.
We each have been given a trust;
within the confines of life;
to fill our purpose, we must;
endure tribulations and strife.
Sometimes it seems
…Can reality run out of space;
or is there room for one more;
can reality, the past replace;
or is it too great a chore.
Are there any limits to love;
is there enough to go round;
showered down from above;
can enough love be found?
Is there abundance of
…I feel like I’m in a strange situation;
and I don’t know how to begin;
I feel that I’m in some new creation;
on the outside; just looking in.
Living alone has skewed my schematics;
that internal diagram of reality;
now I’m likely to be linked
Though we stood but a few feet apart;
it seemed more, the length of a field;
both shared the same mind and heart;
the truth for us; suddenly revealed.
Separate by the space of uncertainty;
we shyly moved closer together;
two partners destined for eternity;
meant to be lovers forever.