Let me tell you this,
age and maturity do not...
A man can only fancy
what his eyes will see...
The roadside changes often,
each day as I proceed...
Ignoring the sun
As it shines in my face...
I wander through reality
And don't watch the news...
She takes a deep breath
and steps through the door...
Stripped down to the point of survival,
That's when you see life anew...
Balancing on a tightrope, holding onto sanity.
Soundness of mind, judgment, vanity defines...
This is the piece I plan to read at my mother's...
My Mother Was Love...
"Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open."
Most praise hope and live in scorching light...
Assaulting life's essence -
a diffused and wrinkled love...
In the solemn stillness of frosty woods
where winter's dregs look divine...