my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
Over the avenue of discord
I have seen the fall of mankind
And the unproductiveness
Of life’s degeneration
And upon realizing this
A descision has been made
To safeguard against further damage
Carrying forward a decree
That will see a return to order
Within chaos their is change
And were their is change
Fortune occurs making this a chance encounter
To reestablish the beginning of said decision
Life is made up of change,
accepting what was
and what is.
Confronting what is to come.
Green is the grass
that grows in my garden
black and brown are the birds
dotted around the place
they land feeding on worms
sometimes a splash of colour
when one sees something different
out of the corner of the eye
a branch of hope
beacon of the skies
I sleep alone still
waiting for dreams to catch me
soft pillow stuffing
together we are a better part of ourselves
As we improve our status
the people around us change
late one evening
overhead pasted a flock of birds
they seemed to block out the sky
as it changed
this dawned on me
reflections of time
light to dark
then light returning
a never ending story
on an average day
the sky changes
different clouds move
the sun peaks through
the garden is green
still wet from the rain
I sit at my computer
listening to music
and write my feeling down
content in my well being
swallow
fly away home
always reaching
new destinations
the call of spring rings true
as do the leaves of autumn
when summer has gone
and winter has come
parting of the ways
leave behind sweet memories
of bygone days