Do you remember
Our younger days
We had so much
To give away
Now here we are
With little left
Do you my dear
Remember that
When we had
No secrets kept

Open to
What came of life
Not a one of us
Picked a side
Do you remember
What that was like
When we thought we lived
In paradise
Before the darkness
Came to light

Took ahold
The stories told
Knew that we
Could change the world
Where did it go
Where have we been
Do you my dear
Remember when
We were good
At remembering

Here one minute
Gone the next
From what you were
To nothing left
All except
The memory
That too soon
Will also leave

Every picture
Of you will fade
Until they're finally
Thrown away
No one remembers
Your look, your name
Gone out as fast
As you came in

Here one minute
Then out of sight
Thought you'd win it
Not this time
When you stood up
Life knocked you down
Better luck
Next go around

Some have a hard time in drawing
From the experience that life has given
Always in need of help whether bold or pastel
In interpreting the art of living

Being a sign of the times in grand design
Trying to hang the picture perfect life
As they're craving their niche or taking brush strokes to it
A happy medium they have yet to find

Not patient enough most just give up
At the opening of their life's museum
With empty frame that bares only a name
In interpreting the art of living

I find I need something new to write
Instead of the same old, same old
Lines I use from time to time
As stories told tend to unfold

Something with a tad of pizazz
Brilliance with a bite
Take a stand as I take a stab
At something new inside the rhyme

Dive deep into my psyche
Allow myself to splash about
See what I can stir up
Before I'm found down for the count

Something new to keep this going
New lines to help entice
Let go the old that I am holding
Something new to the way I write

Begin a new beginning
A new palate on the plate
In the flavor of mind bending
As something new makes its way,
in what I have to say today

When all is said
And all is done
All that will be left
Is the love of God

When restless hearts
Search for something new
I pray dear Lord
They find rest in you

When we tend to stray
From the narrow path
Your loving grace
Brings the sinner back

When we are met
By worldly obstacles
The promise kept
Hold tight to the Lord

When we seek
Forgiveness from the Lord
He sets us free
According to his word

When all is done
And all is said
The love of God
Will be all that's left

Oh Snap
The jig is up
Caught red handed
With an overdue book

There's nothing to sneeze
As the Library Police
Roughed little me up
And slap the cuffs on me

Said book was due
Back in '92
They don't play that game
Or whistle that tune

Paraded out front
In the Police lineup
As the Librarian screams
That's the crook, lock him up

Now crying I find
Myself doing hard time
As that overdue book
Lingers on in my mind

Slapped with 3 years
Ironing book marked dog ears
Time off with good behavior
If I obey while I’m here

But the hardest part
Like it or not
They stripped me of my dignity
And took my library card

I knew this house could use some work
Going in I'm afraid it's going to hurt
When I start removing all the rot
I've let fester in this heart

I spruced the outside up real nice
Knowing full well I should have started inside
Because with what you choose to decorate
About you has a lot to say

I'm far from ready with the finishing nails
From how they're placed to where it counts
If I'm not in the right frame of mine
This building will collapse in time

I've tried several times to hire it out
But this project is a do it yourself
It helps in building character
A permit that's lacking in this world

I spend most my time trying to scrape
Away all of the old worthless paint
Before I try covering up the grime
With a coat of...out of sight, out of mind

I knew coming in, this house needed work
And that it was going to really hurt
Through it all I see I must concede
It's easier to work on wants than it is on needs