In the quiet corner of a weathered… An old man sits, his spirit a sile… His bones, like ancient oak, bear… A lifetime etched in wrinkles, a t… I. Independence
In the heart of the city’s unendin… Lived an old soul, where wisdom co… His eyes, a library of ancient tal… His spirit, a ship with timeless s… He spoke in whispers of the wind’s…
Out of bed, feet hit the floor, Shorts and flip-flops on once more… Surfboard under arm I stride, No news to read, just waves to rid… The dawn breaks, the seagulls cry,
A century’s bloom, a life well-spe… A mother’s love, heaven-sent. One hundred and two years of grace… A journey through time, a cherishe… Her steps may falter, but not her…
Behind the mask, a secret lies, A world unseen by prying eyes. A smile painted, a laugh well feig… And beneath it all, true feelings… A mask of joy, a mask of peace,
In the high forests where the bamb… Lives a red panda named Rosey, wi… She’s the first panda, a title she… Named long before her giant cousin… Rosey munches bamboo, her favorite…
In the symphony of life, friends a… Harmonizing our blues, setting us… Through crescendos of joy and echo… Their presence is a gift we’ll che… Accepting our flaws, even when our…
In the quiet shadows where whisper… A lie is born, a truth to quell. Trust once strong, now fragile and… Hearts are broken, where do I beg… The eyes that once held warmth and…
In the land where fields stretch w… And the Wabash sings, a gentle gu… Hoosier pride swells, humble, stro… A name with roots in tales long go… A beacon of kindness, strength in…
In a world where serendipity meets… Life unfolds with a palpable sensi… We navigate through moments of dis… Finding strength in clear visibili… With hearts full of unwavering pos…
Quail whistles Bob White, As crickets strum their leggy tune… A moth flits, drawn to the porch l… Its delicate wings brushing agains… Above the moonless sky,
A spark ignites, a fleeting flare, A moment’s rage, so much kindling… Anger swells, its embers grow, A fire fed by the pain we know. We stack the wood with bitter hand…
In the harbor’s embrace, where wav… A weathered boat sways, its timber… Its captain, a soul of salt and se… Guided his vessel through tempests… His eyes held the secrets of tides…
As I stand before you today, I’m reminded of the countless sunrises and sunsets that have marked my journey through life. At 68, I’ve seen the world change in ways I could never have im...
In the cold embrace of winter’s gr… When mornings arrive with an icy t… I find it hard to leave my bed, With dreams of warmth still in my… The world outside is gray and stil…
