"Too soon old
and too late smart"
Now, wisdom comes
to impart
the truth of things
the right from wrong
What one's gut
knew all along

Tiny dew drops
that fall from flower petals
distill into a potent drink
to nurture the earth
and intoxicate a smiling sun

Ah, growing up
when my father was gone
The colors were brighter
The world lighter
Breaths of fresh air
at the crack of dawn

My eyes are wide open
yet I cannot see
my connection to God
and what it means to me
If only I could see
in a grain of sand
the world beheld
in the palm of my hand
To look upon it
as “all that is made”
and relieved my intellect
not betrayed

May each smile be true
and not worn upon a face
of treachery

As my head of hair keeps graying
and I feel my edges fraying
Sometimes the thought
that comforts me
is the humble act of praying

Good morning my pain,
my sorrow, my fear
Nice to see you
Don’t worry I’m here
I’ve ignored you all
for oh, so long
Now I realize
that was wrong
Wrong for the
little child in me
Distracting myself
So, I could not see
the depth of his inner suffering