Hang on, Christ is not finish with you yet here.
Hang on, God is using you more then you know.
Hang on, God is using you in ways you never expect.
Hang on, tomorrow is closer then you know my friend.
Hang on, your Life is so Beautiful and inspiring.
Hang on,  your Life might be tough but you are inspiring.
Hang on, the world is only better because you are in it.
Hang on , please do not give up for you are truly inspiring.
Hang on, for you are so needed here right now Friend.

To my friends
who can write
fresh-smelling
bouquets of words
with splendid color,
I offer my envy.
Mine are the blunt, stunted words,
rooted in the cracks
in pavement,
or forcing their way
to light around
overbearing rocks.
Some useful
in their own way,
edible or flavorful,
some with a
pedestrian beauty,
but few that one
would bring home in a bunch
with a box of candy.
More appropriate
in a grimy, young fist
crumpled in love,
destined to be vased
in a water glass
by a doting mother,
or shredded petal by petal
for the sake of soothsaying...
he loves me, he loves me not.

Thanks  for  supporting  Snowdrops.
I  only  did  a  short  one.
Because  I was  feeling  off  color.
Many  thanks  again.

Keith  Wilson. .  Windermere.  UK  2017.

I wish to go back to being little
back when things were fun
and just stayed simple
I may be getting older
but I refuse to grow up :)

Today...
I could buy a new dress
I could pretend to be a princess
or not
But I will love til I can love no more
and will always be more thankful
than I was the day before

Do I smell cake? Yessssssss!!!!

come when you have to face reality
hard it can be as iron frozen
like a tongue stuck to a pole
in December at the top of the world
with your pants down turn around
see others for the first time
their faces eyes starving just as much as yours
then say I am sorry
breathe once in a while
instead of chasing that goal
of things you can hold but not
ever take from here with you

If ever you forget
I will remind you