There is real estate and
There is unreal estate. We
Don’t really own anything,
Real estate included. We’re
Just borrowing it. From
Who? You know.
Tag: Poem
Organ
There is nothing so
Majestic as an organ
Booming it’s notes
In a church. The
Sense of worship is
Stimulated by its
Heavenly tones.
Immortal
How many people remember
The beginning of a dream,
Ancient as dawn, a dream of
Destiny, conjuring up the
Flesh, the earth, the dream
We were once one soul?
Your Life is Waiting
Life is short. Don’t waste it.
Opportunities are everywhere.
Go for it. Your life is waiting!
Please
We say please with our
Mouths full, no one as
Hungry as me and he
Devouring this tree.
Soulful Eyes
My wife and I were driving
Down the highway one night
And picked up in the headlights
A figure of a little girl. My wife
Got out of the car and walked
Her to our car. She was
Shivering and said she was
Lost and that her name was
Hanna. She had the most
Strikingly soulful eyes.
Exploring
Exploring, it’s always a thrill to find an
Unlocked, deserted hospital building.
It’s eerie entering into rooms where
Patients have died–listening to the
Sounds of their last breath, making
My hair stand on end.
Pace
Dreams bring on their stories
At the pace of starlight
In twilight, sunless color.
Open Door
As you go through life
You come to many doors.
The doors lead to many
Different paths. Be sure
You take the right one.
Tough
She’s 98 years old and
Still with it. Frail but with
A smile on her face. Like
So many people her age,
She fell and broke her
Hip. After an hour and a
Half surgery, she made it
Just fine. And Mom’s still
With us, a tough cookie.
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