I can think of younger days
My stories slowly fade away
Lessons learned how to love
How to mend a broken heart
Discern between the light and dark

I’m a simple poet a realist to the core
Youth Arguing fighting, keeping score
Impetuous, impatient, demanding
Stubborn opinionated long standing

Writing in the heat of a fight
When my wrath verbally take flight
All of my poetry comes from within
From the depth of my soul original Sin

How do you mend a broken heart?
That’s how I write how I start
As I age, I entered into another phase
Most of which for me a mazes

I have the grace and wisdom to hold on
A movie, A word, A sentence,, A song,
All day long these muse I choose
They carry me back to a simpler day
In a world, that believed in God we pray

Today, my life simplicity ever changing
Duplicity beliefs are constantly rearranging
I am 64 with 1 foot out the door
New styles of poetry I explore

Believe, hope, faith, pray
These are not just words I say
Just as poetry is the fabric of me
No time like the present to write poetry


Inspired song
How can you mend a broken heart?
By Al Green, 1972