Adding memories forgotten and remembered To new boxes, old books or bags to get rid of Sending mementos and stories to some others Sorting and staring at stuff that was […]
Originally posted on From Bluerock: Through murky windows blink eyes twice to get some clarity The day outside for those who look is another world set free When work is…
This poem is about seeing yourself age, yet feeling youthful inside. It’s about seeing older generations and looking past their aging faces to their souls beneath the masks of old […]
Again I’ve crawled inside my mind Passing time and spinning rhymes Staring at a darkened screen Trying to beat my best game While ticking hands count off each dream I’m […]
