Low level depression
Worry for my sons
56 and falling
And then there were none

Slowly dailiness
Talk to all 3 boys
Keep them moving ahead
Progress? Nitnoy.

Politics is so sad
See how they run
Taxi home at night
From Taipei 101

Come all you gunnuts
Please give up your guns
Serious as a heart attack
Pero un pequito fun

Ireland was the Book of Kells
Rode the bus through town
We are the Witherells
O the cap and gown!

Irish skies were misty grey
A little like Seattle
O my sons callooh! callay!
Tecumseh goes to battle

                         Cheers.

Not a vegetarian anymore
Triple Dipper for me
In my solitude
Sail the cosmic sea

Take care of my sons
Gratitude for 3
In Reno big blue sky
In Dublin meant to be

                      Si.

Not too good at friendship
Boring, lonely life
Snow Falling on Cedars
See my sons, xie xie

Encounters with Chinese Hermits
3 prayers for Alex
Moroccan mint tea
Silent is the Way

City of Ember
Lina and Doon
        Egress.

amateur poet
bipolar dad
       hope!