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Memories Live Forever


As the moments slip away
The landscape forever changes
I hold onto treasured memories
Those of days gone by

The best is yet to come
My life’s love would say
But the scales have now tipped
Things go the other way

Memories are what I have
Good, bad and ugly
But they are mine
‘Til the end of my time

I wish I knew then
What I now know
Unnecessary time wasted
Exaggerated insignificance

Take heart, dear friend
Make light of the unimportant
For life is too short
Memories live forever

Not My Time

Hollowed eyes, hairless heads

Fight the demon, Cancer

Shocked lives turned upside down

Reach out to find a cure


Why you ask, endure it,

Treatment that can kill?

Because it’s not my time

To leave the ones I love


Time, a gift, is precious

Time to spend with you

Time to finish lessons

Time to save my soul


Earthly angels help us

Guides in whites and scrubs

Heal mind, soul and body

From early morn to dark


The hollowed eye brigade

With lion hearts persist

To wage a war for health

Because it’s not our time.



Who am I on this planet?  For 63 years I have been trying to determine my place in the vastness of my environment.  My plan was to have all the answers by now.   I envisioned myself as an elder statesman educating the young to the ways of the world.  Truth is that the older I get, the more questions I have.

I see substance abuse, mental illness, crime, starvation, illness, hurricanes, tornadoes, child abuse, domestic violence, animal cruelty, terrorism, loneliness, accidents.  My heart breaks for this world and the human condition.  Why all the pain?  I do not understand.

In contrast, this planet is beautiful.  We have oceans, mountains, rivers, deserts, trees, flowers, rock formations and animals to enjoy.  Man has created architectural wonders, music, art, crafts, books and fine dining.

Earth’s greatest asset is the human spirit.  It is the deep, inner strength that picks up a town to rebuild after a tornado, a cancer patient to face another bag of chemotherapy,  an elderly woman to march on after losing her husband of 60 years, a victim to testify and a drug addict to kick the habit.  There are kind and generous people who are on the sidelines encouraging, providing a helping hand, giving financial support, donating blood and being friends.

Today, I know, that I am dust blowing in the wind.  My life on this planet is nothing more than a grain of sand, but there is more.  I am a spirit connected to all.  I may not understand why bad things happen to good people, but the way to improve the quality of life in this world, I learned as a child,   “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”