Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.