Age with Grace_..
Well we all have to age
some day
one day
but age
we must gracefully
not many come to hold our hands
maybe contagious
may be you will seek
so stay afar
don't ever expect
you will have no disappointment said Buddha ere
but now a day’s who listens
one listener is rare
so I read you
I don't stare
I see myself like you without hair
eyes dark stark and bare
and
look into the far depths of maddening darkness
but with no despair
I compose my thoughts like you do
We must age as you too...
So read my poem
MOM’S SMILES
She smiles still into my eyes
half a century gone by
she smiles in anticipation
we may meet in the far corners
----------------.....of the universe
where we may each other
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,re-treat
alas we will never
but
Hope lives on still
more in me
than in her Will
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Love that you still...
think about what your mother might think of you and what you are like, how you grew up to be a man. Hoping that she is proud of who you are. ~ Gee.
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hopefully I still live in
hopefully I still live in
hope
as time to rejoin
in the far folds of eternal unknown eternity
is not a possibility
but a thought for many
Yet One can never say it's a fallacy
We know nothing beyond the grave yard
so I always ask folks
have you seen a dead rat
flat
That is the ultimatum of this life's existence
without any iota of doubt
If you have a different version educate me SiR
I do not want to bask in innate ignorance