(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

All poets here have become my new friends.
Given more hours, the more I will spend.
Reading their love and feeling their pain
Keeps me returning again and again,

From each new poem I learn, like the rest,
Experience rates high in our world, we attest.
Sharing is among our dearest delights,
So we give word by word, or today: bite by bite!

Keep feeding me more; I'm hungry you see.
Your gifts, brief or long, are treasured by me.
I doubt that this appetite you'll ever quell,
But the bet is now on, so try as you will!

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

My skin no longer fits me;
It wrinkles all about.
And over time it's shape has grown:
This I could do without.

I used to have one "beauty" spot;
Back then they were the rage.
And soon their count grew higher
With each year, as I aged.

The waist that once was tiny
And brought me youthful pride
Has stretched and added inches
That only muumuus hide.

The toes and nails still sit
Securely on my feet.
They now reflect life's journey;
From walks, they now retreat.

My eyes have opened daily
As windows for my brain.
Though growing weaker, spectacles
Correct them and maintain.

By taking in the whole of me
This much I can say:
My body does awaken me
To see another day.

(c) Kathleen L. Hicks

The well of wisdom runs deep,
Filled with knowledge for all who will seek.
As down through the ages, man added pages
Of truths to store up and keep.

The mountain of myths is steep;
Many climb there delusioned and weep.
Built on promises grand but too far a leap,
With theories none can repeat.

The wide well of wisdom awaits
For those who dare to dive in,
You may surf there for a lifetime;
All you need do is begin.

Many who have gone before us
Have pooled many facts to show
Truth through thoughtful thinking
Reveals what we need to know.

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

Your thinking time belongs to you;
The voice that you hear is your own.
And marvelous things can spring from there
As thinkers through time have shown.

Noises around you will ty to complete,
But they are just a distraction.
Yield to the voice inside your head;
Let those thoughts gain in traction.

Develop ablities great and small;
Each builds upon the other.
And when you spend your time this way
There is much you will discover.

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

Can anybody tell me why days were long when we were young?
Our days would seem unending from morn 'til setting sun.
We spent hours playing grownups and mimicked what we'd see,
And all that time rehearsing what someday we might be.

Some days I'd be a teacher, then a nurse or acrobat.
I liked them all, and it was fun to try them out like that.
I wished away my time back then, and I could hardly wait
To see myself all grown up and live beyond our gate.

Give me back the "good old days" of lying in the sun.
I never knew their value then; my life had just begun.
I'd reach out now and hold them tight, embracing every day.
I'd love to be that child again, just one more day to play.

I'm betting there are others who feel as I do too,
Who'd gladly join me back in time
When there was nothing more to do.

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

Always think of tomorrow
And all that tomorrow brings,
And visualize such beauties
As trees and rippling springs.
For whenever your heart is lonely
And your thoughts are of troublesome things,
Always think of tomorrow
And all that tomorrow brings.

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

Oh, to be a child again and play in dress-up clothes;
To swing a fluffy boa and see myself in pose;
To laugh with all the cousins and dare the big round swing;
My challenge: To recall it all and not leave out a thing!