One thing that poetry
Has taught me outright
Is you can not beat the written word
When it's put into rhyme

Where they may start out dull
You soon will find in time
All of them before you know
Will sparkle as they shine

As they weave their way in and out
Of poetic word play
Silver in the dashing tongue
With the gold that they create

Nothings more astounding
Or comes this close to work
As the poetry surrounding
The rhyming of the word

Standing in the shadows
Of the forgotten years
Between the wars amongst our fathers
In the shape of mothers tears
Shadows growing long and heavy
Though not enough to cover fears
Standing in the shadows
Of the forgotten years

Standing in the shadows
As we're killing time
Always hoping for the day
To be saved by the light
Blending in the best we can
Whether day or night
Standing in the shadows
As we're killing time

Standing in the shadows
Because the shadow knows
There is nowhere else
For a soul to go
That has gone through all of this
So many times before
Standing in the shadows
Because the shadow knows

If you're still by my side
I wonder would you grow
Or would you stay
The way I remembered you.

Little kids dressed in suits
...
Little kids in adult bodies.

Little kids at heart.

When you put your worth, in the people that surround you.
When you put your worth in the things that you do or say.
When you put your worth in what others might say about you.
When you put your worth in what you can do for other people.
Stop , quit selling yourself like this for each of you are worthy.
Just laid down your low self-esteem and pick up Christ purpose.
For one thing that God can not do and that is make junk.
He only creates beauty and Masterpiece, so quit calling yourself junk.
For you are worthy to be appreciated and loved by others for you are Gods Masterpiece.

I've decided I'll do it Monday
At the cost of again putting it off
If not then I swear then one day
If my mind doesn't wander off and get lost

It seems these days it's harder and harder
To motivate this weary old man
With the joys of life getting further and further
From where I find that I now am

There must be a point in the breaking
All a part of some master plan
What little time I have left I am taking
To find out who I think that I am

And when I do I'll get around to it
Since I've put it off already this long
If there's a lesson here feel free to use it
As I move on to another poem