In a corner Of the desolate and foreboding gra… Lies a tomb with a remarkable marb… The epitaph Here lies a man. He got his just…

He set his phone to play themes cl… Sat and bent down to tie his shoe… All set for a run around the oval A Chopin nocturne plays on his ea… When he saw her across the avenue

The sun shines on a breezy cloudle… The brown leaves barely clinging t… Winter’s at the doorstep, the cold… Spring’s long gone but where did t… She sat motionless on a bench in t…

The golden eye peeked from the wes… And glowered as streaks of cirrus… The clouds blushed, like purple da… And tangerine blossoms in the crim… Higher up, clouds are many shades…

Don’t force what isn’t meant to st… For bonds too tight, will rip in t… Let friendships form their own swe… What’s forced is never pure nor tr… Love, too, when pressed, will fade…

I met a lady once, walking around… Quite upset that she’s going the w… I smiled, said hello, and reassure… “It may take longer, but you’ll ge… ***

A Sonnet This faded photograph, so worn wit… Tis all he has to keep her memory Its colors pale, still emotions it… A relic saved, the past a reverie

For a life well lived, we mourn no… Though tears we shed to mark the e… And today, all of her loved ones;… To pledge never to let her memory… A virtuous woman, her worth far mo…

A Sonnet When we were children, often we ha… Knowing consequences, notwithstand… Gaffes and blunders, screwups of e… Still we were defiant, unrelenting

Let every word we utter Be fraught with encouragement Each phrase a nourishment... To everyone who’ll hear Let every verse we write

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

The one you will love, you don’t g… Higher powers will send you to you… Her beauty and her charms you can’… Gods of Olympus ignited the fuse An unwitting victim of Cupid’s da…

This morning, I woke up early But my fogged-up brain still aslee… I can’t think; and function barely… No brilliant verses from the keep! So I got up, drank my coffee

A dead doe, belly up, udders showi… Under a tree in an ocean of grass Half mile away a herd of deer graz… Silently mourning what has come to… Overhead the morning sun burning b…

Truthfully, he wasn’t always old Though he blew away his youth As if there’s no tomorrow; That’s the unvarnished truth Surely, he has nostalgic memories