Funny, I don't feel old...
but my age says I am;
this fact I seldom ponder,
as I cover my toast with jam.

Yeah, my skin's starting to wrinkle,
and I bruise quite easily;
and my hair is already gray,
as I sit, sipping my tea.

My mind feels young and eager,
my walking and hiking is strong;
yet the days seem shorter and shorter,
and the nights don't seem as long.

Age is just a number,
birthdays an endless fad;
but I realize in living,
my days are both good and bad.

Funny, I don't feel old,
though youth's a long ago fling;
the heart is always forgiving,
and the soul's a beautiful thing.

Let the autumn flowers fade,
their time is now past due;
rain comes down on its parade,
this heart will not be sad or rue.
Time comes round for every season,
love and hate and sometimes pain;
not every thing has rhyme or reason
but everything comes round again.
Say goodbye to passing fancies,
say so long to passing fads;
bury them along with pansies,
drown them 'neath the lily pads.
Give your love to things that stay,
give your heart to music fine;
forget all things that went away,
drink the dregs of summer's wine.
Say a prayer for those that fail,
expectations lost of dreams;
no promises of future mail,
true love is not the thing it seems.

Good morning Lord
the coffee's hot and ready
I sip it slowly, savoring -
though yet my hands aren't steady;
the darkness lifts as dawn arrives
light hovers on the hills
I read two chapters of Your word
then take my daily pills;
one for heart, one for bones
one for plain good measure
(the vitamin B12) and lastly
two for my blood pressure;
A second cup of morning joe
suits my mind just fine
here, in my pajamas
the sun begins to shine;
Jax nudges me, as if to say
are you ready for our walk?
Soon as I get dressed I say
(that ends our little talk)
Thank you for this morning Lord
for another day of living
for the sins You wash away
by Your mercy and forgiving.

You can't buy my love
my love's not for sale
when love fails or falters
it leaves no human trail.

For love is of the heart
unseen, unheard, unknown
cocooned within the soul
from where all love is sown.

And then, one day, it strikes
from a glance that is returned
and like a fire, starting,
once ignited, it will burn.

Just keep the embers going
or the flame will soon go out
and your left with only questions
what the hell was that about?

You cannot buy my love
I give it of my choice
for if by chance I didn't
would not I lose my voice?

Autumn is in your eyes -
reflected from the trees;
a shining, dazzling, glory,
glowing from off its leaves.

Autumn is in your kiss -
lingering, soft and long;
I hear heaven's music,
it must be autumn's song.

Autumn is in your touch,
subtle, warm, refreshing;
you snuggle close to me,
I feel our bodies meshing.

Autumn is in your voice,
calm as an evening breeze;
sweet as honeyed-nectar,
sure to the lips to please.

Autumn is in your eyes,
from lovely shimmering leaves;
cascading down from above,
from sunshine, dappled trees.

There's a hole in my heart,
(when you left me)
alone, afraid and unsure;
but the message of hate you sent
was more than I could endure;
so, I swept away that mess -
swept it right out of my door.

There's a pain in my soul,
(that still festers)
it follows me to bed,
it wakes me in the morning,
I can't get it out of my head;
I shudder at my thoughts,
wishing that you were dead.

Maybe then, I'd get some rest,
(maybe then, some peace)
put with you still alive,
my hurt will never cease;
if you were gone forever,
my life would have a new lease.

Somewhere, there's a shelter,
(in a place I never knew)
where the pain would fade away,
where my sorrow would not stew;
away from this turbulent storm,
and far away from you.

From pictures far away
I watch you slowly grow -
behind the scenes of silence
the images do flow.

I pray for you and love you
being ostracized not fun -
my family is too far away
but what's been done is done.

From pictures far away
I see your smiling faces -
from my visits long ago
there isn't any traces.

We smiled and laughed together
don't you remember when? -
it took me by surprise
when it all came to an end.

From pictures far away
from a Facebook page you're making -
I gather back the love
that keeps my heart from breaking.