A dot is small, a dot can be big.
A dot is round, a dot can be a clown....
A dot can be blue or it can be red..
A dot can mean something or maybe nothing.
but we use it so much that it means we are done.

Blind
I'm blind by no chose of mine.
I can  not see the flows grow or the birds that sing.
I can't see the blue sky or the planes that flies.
I can  not see the children smile or why they may cry.
I'm blind by no chose of mine.
I can't watch their car that go by.
Or the band that marches by.
I can't see the stars at night or the moon that shine so bright.
I can not see the green trees grow or the cows walk the fields.
I'm blind by no chose of mine.

There is someone following me
There is someone following me. Everywhere I go.
He follows me to school. He follows me to the church.
I see him on the playground. I see him on a swing.
I not see him at night unless the light is on.
I meet him at the picnic grounds eating a hot dog.
There is someone following me but when I look around.
There is no one in sight but me and my shadow.
could that be who is following me?

I should not read that fine print
I should not read the fine print
For it hurts my eyes as I try.
It's so tiny that I cannot read.
To find out that they are taking my money
Or that i have to pay twice to get the gift.
I should not read the fine print
For it might tell me I'm going blind.
So read with care for it might tell you a story

A flag that does not fly.
They place a flag up on his casket.
One to honor his life he gave to his country.
It will not fly today on a building.
Only in the hearts of those he left behind.
Stars and stripes an American flag.
Give to his family to honor him.
with the stars up facing heaven
As he is called to another place to serve a higher power.
May we bless those that left and those that will
For this flag will only fly for them.

I met a deer
I met a deer a big brown deer.
We met in the dark.
Not as friends just a run of the mill meeting.
I had to stop but it was too late
The meeting was over and the deer was dead.
I guess a car at 65 would not make a good friend of a deer.
So stay out of my way. I like deer meat.

Who am I
I am me.
A person of no real status
I am not a king. I am not a president.
I am me
A kind person at times
A friend when needed
Someone that can be hated. But someone that can be loved.
Who am I? Well I am me and right now i'am a poet.