Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want