I looked into the mirror .
Saw that I was fifty five.
I pondered for a moment
That I was still alive.
My face is still the same one,
Though lines surround my eyes.
Again I glanced back at myself
Taken with surprize.....
The curves still curved
In places that they should,
My derrier was hanging there
Looking pretty good.
I smiled to myself, to think
I've really been quite blessed
Time was kind, I still look fine
Especially when I'm dressed.

JMA c 7/15/08

I miss the chestnuts of my youth.
That childs innocence and truth.
I miss those walks down through the fields
And harvesting the fruit it yields.
The smell of cow manure, indeed!
That farm that met my every need.
I miss the days I had no care.
In my dreams I am still there.
Yes!
In my dreams I am still there.

JMA
7/1/10

.

Oh, the sadness I have lived,
That I have learned.
Every hair I sport of white
I have surely earned.
They the lives that I have loved,
That I have lost.
Yet, still I strive to love
At any cost.
This the gift, forgiving nature,
I've received.
No place to judge, have I,
For I BELIEVE!!!
All the lessons I have learned,
The tears that I have cried,
Inspired! Truth awaits
The other side.

JMA
7/9/10

.

Look at them,
Old Bikers.
They can hardly stand up straight.
They are old bikers.
At home their wives still wait.
Candy *****,
But in leather they look great!
Slick back hair
Of silver, white, and grey.
Watch them now.....
As they slowly limp away.
Yet, they simply live.....
To ride another day.

JMA
5/18/10

.

While everyone is busy

Listening

To someone else's words

Set to music

I have music in my head.

Yet, No ones heard

The words

I've said.

I might as well

Be read.

But I am

Blue.

For missing you.

And life goes on.....

The world still

Turns.

My heart ache

Burns.

I might as well

Be read.

But I am blue.

For missing you.

JMA 9/9/11