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

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

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals