Dreaming Of Eve
If I only looked as young as I feel;
I could truly start all over again;
the world around me seems surreal;
I’m ready for a new love to begin.
But, I’ve become just like wallpaper;
watching each life pass me by;
now, more in
Poems About Love
Dreaming Of Eve
If I only looked as young as I feel;
I could truly start all over again;
the world around me seems surreal;
I’m ready for a new love to begin.
But, I’ve become just like wallpaper;
watching each life pass me by;
now, more in
A Quest For Two Words
In this life we’ve embarked on a quest;
seeking a love that is rich and pure;
a treasure founded on righteousness;
perfection has its own allure.
Thou we seek riches beyond all compare;
we’re challenged by the evil of pride;
the heart of
I’m Supposed To Hurt
I was getting ready to share my feelings;
and had just returned home from work;
wracked with pain; my body was reeling;
I’ve lived 78 years; I’m supposed to hurt.
I’ve lived several lifetimes; rolled into one;
I know how pain feels;
Telling Earth Goodbye
A picture may be worth a thousand words;
tho words will never fade away;
pictures can wound like a thousand swords;
then, death brings another new day.
All pictures require the illusion of light;
while thoughts often reveal nothing;
all pictures die in the darkness of night;
Alone And Unloved
The scourge of age is our greatest fear;
at least, it’s what the young have said;
so most cringe, as old age draws near;
but what we fear, is loneliness, instead.
Age, by itself, can’t diminish our being;
so long as we’re still loved
In Search Of Eve
I’ve spent my life in search of a treasure;
and now, that I’m growing old;
I have much regret for my time of leisure;
a bill of false goods; I was sold.
I sought that treasure at a rainbow’s end;
but, rainbows are
Trudging Through Life
Life teaches lessons, when we’re young;
of what we must do; to grow;
lessons are pictures of a life, to come;
I learned; trudging thru snow.
Delivering newspapers, one winter day;
with snow so deep; no bike would go;
I wished that I could be riding
The Mystery Of Love
We think love is an emotion, or attraction;
but love is special kingdom of its own;
tho we focus, only, on physical interaction;
love is the soul’s perfect home.
In the beginning; God created the man;
in the Master’s own unique image;
both male