This is One Way Mister
I’m only going one way
I cannot go back I say
Until I go forward or around
If that is a way to be found
In a world of happiness and dreams
In life’s complicated streams
Can you believe in tomorrow’s ever
Changing possibilities or maybe never
It seems too outrageous to hope for,
Yet in its time it will knock on our door
As tomorrows always and sometimes seem never do
But this tomorrow means hope for me and you
If ill gotten reason left us today
Leaving us only one more way
To open this door to tomorrow
To embrace an enlightened morrow
In the Fall
In the fall of our existence
The trees creak in the wind
Giving in, providing no resistance
To failings and faults within
And without our limitations
No matter how we pretend
We are but poor imitations
Of who were back then
When there was spring in the air
And summer played in time
When we never seemed to care
Win or lose, we’d never mind
Just get up and do it over and over again
Never think it might be the last
Before fall intrudes, and winter sets in
As a cold and disabling blast
So we’ll bundle up, and enjoy once more
The memories of a simpler past
When it seemed we were young evermore.
Flight of Imagination
I once took to flight and flew
With wind rustling thru my hair
On thermals higher than I ever knew
Or thought I would ever dare
Carried by warmth rising from my toes
Up and through my unworthy mind
To see something only heaven really knows
Something I was blessed to find
And although my fortune I cannot portend
And in this life, I may never again see
I now know it’s there at my very end
And heaven is possible, even for me
No News
Why am I obsessed with the news?
There is nothing good here and very little new
On the front pages, or with these talking heads
And if I read the feel-good news stories
I sigh, because these puppy stories don’t work for me.
Bring me thoughtful prose and in-depth analysis
Of the human condition, and our vessel’s survival
Despite the human condition, of our universe still
Turning toward and out and about without
Our involvement, or more precisely our interference.
Bring me something that is unique and new
Something that is from the soul
That says we have a history and more importantly
A future!
Is it too much to ask, that we should understand
How this all came about, and what it all means?
At my height, the horizon is just 2.9 miles away… yet it is a life journey to get to the edge of vision.
The Horizon
Edge of our vision a horizon is there
Just an hour’s walk away if we dare
And yet we cannot see past there
No matter how hard we stare
There’s always another horizon out there
But it’s the journey for which we should care
And all the precious moments on the way there
My Stories, Poetry, Thoughts of the day