GOD

Thoughts Forgotten

Memory is a most mysterious thing;
can we control what we remember?
How do they differ; reality and dream;
who cares about snow last December?

Memory is a cloud; drifting all about;
thoughts that influence the soul.
Why do such thoughts have any clout;
why do they exert

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

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

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

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

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

“a penny for your thoughts”

There was a quaint saying, a long time ago;
“a penny for your thoughts,” we’d say;
when one was distracted; we wanted to know;
we said it to pass the time away.

It wasn’t at all, that we really deeply cared;
we said

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