Dreamt of a house built in the 40's
needing  paint .

Standing on the grounds
across from a horse pen moving ladders
thinking of my lost love

Hoping she will be pleased
with my efforts.

I think about my eyesight
and how much longer I can see

And I'm thankful for my hearing
and whether or not when God speaks
to me it will be strong enough
and clear enough to make a difference.

I'm lucky to have this life
and the one I think about.