And as I slip, sliding down this distant path
I still hear the voices, the tin pot radio...
I was born aged 93 toothless gums and arthritic...
Whispy scalp and liver spots faded away the...
A haunting secret lies beneath the sun
Reflecting clearly on clean waters...
I am a forest of tress.
An inspiring lattice...
Dearest blue fledgling of a worn old tree
Shaking with wondering eyes...
There are gentle Spring days
when the air hushes...
He made it with the best,
Disappeared to the far west...
Show me the way
Let me see the sky...
put yourself in my shoes
I wonder how that feels...
They always told you
you were a rose...
I have survived so much
but mostly I have...
I have been watching two icons
being laid to rest...