Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

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

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

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

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

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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