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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

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

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

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

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