Regretting the past
Often will also make you...
Good thing I'm a writer.
I play with words and not with fire...
a stark reminder that reflections, are not always...
delusion a comforter of note...
siting in the sun on an old done for couch
soaking up a high veld, winters day...
power is the God of this planet
no immortal benevolent being, to save the day...
without waves the sea becomes a pond
the moon retired...
the ability to connect and communicate
governors who we are...
I have paid my dues
a life of privilege, three good meals per day...
time will always resist a rewind, no do overs...
it’s a one-shot game, you have to take the shot...
Sleep tight, sweetheart.
Let not sadness and joy fight...
age inflicts and time bites!
a fine line exists between perception and reality...
logic, a dream boat floating on a Tsunami
up was up and down was down...