What’s wrong with the world today And the silly games people play Money, power and greed Using people is now the way Too many people looking to easy st…

Snow swirling from mountains ascen… Whitecaps racing from the shore wo… Crescendos cascading down the cany… Grit scouring age lines into her f… While

The little one never forgets to st… And pick flowers for a pot To give someone very special indee… Whether it be all bloomed out or j… They clutch them in their little h…

In the small, quiet room when gues… Home for the night and left him to… To thoughts of them and of the eve… To dishes left unwashed in the bas… And mute furniture left slightly a…

Taken to the water’s edge, Maken by her feet. Maken on the way a pledge, Taken a retreat. Waken on the leaf-made ledge,

He had a dream There’s no nations in his country… No small people from the herd, No chauvinists and priests, No religion too.

That which you have stolen Is in your potent hands. You hold it there securely Not letting a pulse be spared Of the ceaseless ache of love for…

There are times her memories fade… She almost forgets the pain. Of watching you fight with strengt… She feels her life’s in Vain. If only she could explain the Lov…

The hand of hope goes the distance Gently uplifts the wildflower Firmly nudged to sway in the spiri… Wildflower unfolds gracefully Mother Earth taking hold

An old gray headed grandma sat alo… She looked out her window with a h… She said, “I guess no one cares o… When suddenly there came a soft kn… She got up slowly and limped acros…

She has watched you grow since you… First breath... she will continue… Her death... They have shared the… Pleasures and their pains... They… Enjoyed their lives and material g…

Gold and rosebuds! Just to name a few! And the precious sun that shines Like the early morning dew Mountains on top of mountains

The tears she shed are for you, M… Not too long ago had you departed. She awoke this lonely night And once again it started. The loss of their daily phone call…

Darkness, darker Waning noon, sounds Night’s scent pervades Calling loneliness, Surrounding.

The elderly are here For a reason she is sure Wisdom they all have Of a life that is pure Rolling with punches