The race is not won by the swift n… And battles fought do not belong t… Riches and mercies come to the wea… As much as the most distinguished… The giant Goliath fell to the you…

An Ode to the New Year One more twig in the branch of tim… But will it grow leaves this comin… Bear bright flowers by summer’s da… And fruits, as birds in early autu…

The breaking dawn is vast, but inf… A golden glow out east; but still… The landscape is grey despite the… But soon day will come to give nig… Snow fell relentlessly the whole n…

He looked up in disgust Fight back; get even he must Got to light the inner fire Never let the embers expire Bullied yet again

Sky’s the palest of blue As the morning sun climbs Like old faded denims Washed a hundred times The sun peeks playfully

The bookends of life, birth and de… Delineate our existence on planet… We know nothing before our first b… And when we die; dust is all we’re… Between the bookends are the lives…

Welcome, dear brother, to the time… Where bonds of love and honor neve… A century you walked with strength… Now find your rest among the noble… In Elysium’s glow, your spirit fl…

She has gone to sleep, to dust she… To pain, she said farewell; so, in… To loved ones, she bid adieu, albe… And this world she left behind in… Millions of moments, she celebrate…

Our backyard labor of love My wife chose all that’s in it Fruit-bearing trees solar lights The concrete bench where we sit Garlic society

The starlit night was lovely Her spirit soothed by the breeze Which appeased her heart broken A thousand jagged pieces She stared at the shining stars

Blazing hot as the sun reached its… Hostile, desertlike in the sunbake… But thick leaden clouds floating f… Tempering the blistering heat at l… A stiff breeze blew when it was mo…

It hurts badly where my heart used… Heart, you stole; then vanished wi… My days ever since seldomly with g… You abandoned me; never told me wh… Discreetly! else I would have giv…

Another lovely morning, but just a… To when we bid adieu; leave this w… Still, we’re thankful to be alive,… Quite hopeful there’s another univ… Where we’d go, at the climax of ou…

Aaaah, the twilight of my life The winter of my existence The good years left, just a few The numbers are dwindling Faster than a runaway train

The sun bade goodbye for the day Quickly sank below the skyline Then night shadows rolled as trees… Cool the breeze, from the dark oce… He stood atop the crested hill