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Never Too Old

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

New Words

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

New Love

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

Never Surrender

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;

Never Give Up

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

Mind Power

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

Looking In

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

Love's Kiss

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.

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