These days, I use this place as my bolt hole. Down...
Sometimes when life gets you down,
You just need to stop and look around...
Preface
How oft we travel , to the ancient era in us...
I walk outside and I feel the sun,
I think of the battles, I have won...
If the World was my beehive
You'd be my honeybee...
Aging time that I'm blind to see
But still I must keep up with thee...
All of us are just like a dollar bill, for...
Sonnet 49
I thought some people I knew were pillars...
5 years old
It is Christmas Eve...
writing a rondeau
was like applying cool salve...
ALL Gone
It is during our senior years...
Sonnet 48
Preface...