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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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.

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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.

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

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