Performing is a kind of high Don’t ask I don’t know why Well maybe I like the attention And maybe I like to see reactions That show someone enjoys what I do If even for a moment or two And it’s a bit of a rush to share A song I have written and dare […]
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Wisdom Life’s true wisdom’s hard to find Not as you think within the mind Hidden in the seeds of time Underneath the words of rhyme Die today to live tomorrow Find your joy next to your sorrow Give your best from others borrow Stand your ground fly as a sparrow Grasp it not it can’t
Post Eclipse Reflections A lot of hype for four minutes of awe So many came so many saw A wonder of creation to be sure But there no greater than the pure Beauty of the seasonal flowers The Dogwoods display God’s powers With gentle white for days Within the woods along the ways Where
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Some days when I feel old I tell myself if truth be told I’m younger than I’m going to be So worry less and let it be Don’t worry ‘bout the wrinkled skin Remember when then think and grin Don’t worry ‘bout the weakened knees Remember when you hung on trees Don’t worry ‘bout
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Prayer for every day We thank you Lord for everything For winter storms and flowers of Spring For bitter cold and summers heat For challenges and tasks complete For you are always on our side When we with you seek to abide And if we do not feel you near By faith believe you still
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The Private Tour Today I had the private tour Some might find hard to endure Behind the razor wire and fence There’s no mistaking it’s intense And yet within those walls I met The friends I’ve made since I have set My feet within these walls before And know some men mature and
Over time it’s good to share With friends who know enough to care Who know the trials and victories Who know the pains and history For when those difficulties come It’s good know at least someone Can come along and sit beside Until the episode subsides
What’s Next ? My hero on West Wing Jeb Bartlett by name Would end each meeting by saying the same “What’s next?” he would ask to any one near And move on to the next with narry a fear So now that the Novel is done as can be I ask the same question of
Getting Old I worry some ‘bout getting old It not the dying truth be told It’s more about the little things The subtle losses aging brings My hearing seems to be less clear My eye sight fuzzy lest I’m near The wrinkling skin the shape I’m in The artificial parts within But most of all
Back Porch Swing Just outside the sliding door In just three steps or maybe four You’ll find our peaceful place to be A rustic swing is there you see There we sit side by side Or all alone we do abide We watch the squirrels run and play And set aside our cares away Our
