On the far side
Of life
I have said many goodbyes
A few hellos
Quite a few yes’s
And the occasional no
I have grown
To come and know
What is good in life
What is to be cherished
What wastes time
And what is meritless
So everyday I rise
And smile
For what time we have here
Is just a short
While
Hope to hopeful
Will fill my days
With a state of mind
That I can rest easy
In time
My place work
And writing
Is far from perfect
But when hope is written
It matter not
The time or
Place
I will write
Only what I know to be true
What I don’t write is not up to me
But rather
Up to you
Living in a state of flux
I have learned habits
To keep me healthy and hopeful
That tomorrow’s
Future will be better than
Yesterdays past
Suspend the sofa
And walk the yard
Protect the water
And heal the scars
Other plans
Stand to challenge
The path of this days
Directions
With a loud
Interjection
Can these words rise
Up to the days that
Lie in the future
Around the corner
And flat on the pavement
Where the people walk
And talk
The poetry
Or words
Combines
To make meaning
Significant maybe
But timely
Indeed
Feeble toes
In mystic shoes
That make my feet
Float on the sidewalk
That carries me away
Husky snow
Falls like
Cotton mallets
Upon the night sky
After the rain
And before the light
A Cup of Songwriting 