Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

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

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