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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.