I saw the soldiers
Marching off to war.
Lean, strong and hard
Like young lions.

I went to a mirror and there,
I saw a grey haired, over weight old man.
How did this come to be?
What happen I ask myself.

Then I closed my eyes,
And listened to the band.
Here they came,
The young men off to war.

And there in their midst
I saw myself again,
Marching with my men.
And we were all so young.

The evening twilight covers us,
The scent of Lilacs wisp the air,
A sensuous  musky aroma
Draws me to a beautiful woman.

Her taught golden body calls.
Flowing silken hair, like sun rays,
I can not disturb her
As I tiptoe to her side.

The warmth of her hand
As she caresses my cheek.
The flame inside of me
As I wrap my arms around her.

My fingers, softly and with feeling
Lead my hand down to her hips,
As her hands firmly and surely
Pull my face to her lips.

A flash, a spark of flame
From my lips to my toes.
And my blood boils and steams
As the passion fills my soul.

Her waist so firm but yielding
As I pull her cvlose to me.
I kiss her damp neck as
My hands slide up her back.

A caress against her skin,
But not to hug too hard.
This hot luscious body
Wrapped in my arms.

Her musky scent fills me
As my lips touch her neck.
Slowly going around and down
To her moist trembling breast.

A mist fills my mind.
The smoke of a dream,
As she walks and talks
And gives me her hand.

A dream that feels real,
  But we know better.
A dream carries you off
But you always come home.

You grasp to hold on
  But too tightly and
The dream, like smoke,
  Vanishes into the air.

Then you sit and stare,
Will the dream reappear?
  It will not come back
But it is always right there.

Why do the clowns
    Have to die?
They take their lives,
Please tell me why.

His world is always happy,
  He is not like you and I.
A clown is always funny
  He never gets to cry.

He hides in darkness
When he sheds a tear.
For he's a clown and
Can never show his fear.

I took this special flower,
    Just a bud back then,
And pampered and tended it
   I knew it cam from him.

    Sometimes it stuck me,
Roses have thorns you know.
    But I'd wipe my tears
   And help my flower grow.

I would protect my flower
When winter storms came:
And wait for spring time
   To gently call her name.

  I loved that flower,
   And I always will.
This was her last winter,
And my garden is so still.

Don't cry for me.  There is
Always a flower in my heart.
  And when I see a garden,
    We are not apart.

   In my garden,
Was a special flower,
God sent for me to tend.

Driving down the highway,
Going from here to there,
Lights in all the windows
I want to live somewhere

Someone's home, the lights
Are bright and all aglow.
No rest for us tonight,
We've many miles to go.

Dad's asleep in the front seat,
It is Mom's turn to drive
Rusty is asleep in the corner,
There is barely room for five.

We are always on the move,
From this fort to that post.
A home that stays forever
That is what I want the most.

I am by myself
But I am not alone.

I hear a song
From 50 years ago
And a memory
Tiptoes thru my mind.

I am by myself
But I am not alone.

I hear children laughing
And playing in a park.
  And in my mind
I hear my children playing.

I am by myself
But I am not alone.

A teenage boy and girl walk by
Laughing and holding hands,
I smile thinking to myself
How young we once were.

I am by myself
But I am not alone.

A song, a laugh, a kiss,
They bring memories to life.
And everyday with memories
I am wrapped in love.

I am by myself
But I am not alone.