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An Itinerant Wanderer

An Itinerant Wanderer

I’ve gotten too old to enjoy travel;
my physical body, breaking down;
worried, my mind may soon unravel;
then wander about like a clown.

I’ve lost all interest in other places;
I’d rather settle down at home;
now unconcerned over pretty faces;
living in

Just Sitting In My Car

Just Sitting In My Car

I found myself, just sitting in my car;
listening to a game on the radio;
thoughts became; that seemed bizarre;
tho I had no particular place to go.

Outside a grocery store, where I had come;
my mind quickly traveled elsewhere;
thinking about sadness when

A Generation Of Victims

A Generation Of Victims

This world is made of winners and losers;
and givers and takers, as well;
also, within it, are haters and abusers;
a world remniscent of hell.

Every generation; new changes are made;
life’s landscape is constanly changing;
new attitudes and platitudes go on parade;
new

A Labor Of Love

A Labor Of Love

We spend much time with our chosen vocations;
it’s most often our main focus of life;
it becomes preeminent; above other considerations;
often, to the detriment of husband or wife.

Tho our occupation brings needed remuneration;
another labor, of life, stands high above;
our greatest

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

Be it ever be so humble…
there’s no place like home;
no matter how we grumble;
or how far we roam.

Whatever destiny we may seek;
whatever circumstance brings;
we have the world, laid at our feet;
living in a land for kings.

Exiled from the

Leaves Of Life

Leaves Of Life

I’ve lived my life; awaiting tomorrow;
my futures have come and gone;
all my dreams; dissolved into sorrow;
without hope, my life lingers on.

My thoughts; flooded with depression;
promises, drenched by rains;
my remaining hope is confession;
with my past; engulfed in flames.

I started

The Paradox Of Time

The Paradox Of Time

What were we doing; when time came about;
certainly not passing the time of day?
Time has turned all thinking inside-out;
leaving us little time to pray.

I cannot conceive of a world without time;
only in heaven could it exist;
where thoughts, conceived; become sublime;

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