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

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

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.

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

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

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most