your eyes may see with the age of years you may carefully listen with experienced ears you can carry yourself as confidence earned and speak with words so brilliantly learned but heart, meek and mild give and hope and love as you were a child
defeat is the final stage of fear failure is the first step in success regret is the yesterday's problem hope is clear as a baby's eyes happiness flows like a crystal river sadness a stagnant puddle of hate courage has a pinch of crazy love is gravity
tiny hand grabbing a finger while feeding small hand helping turn page story reading scared hand gripped tight crossing street teaching hands putting school shoes on nervous feet cheering hands for the brave confident soul waving hands for the loved leaving the fold holding hands tears come fast through cold bed rails for the last
gifted, a ticket on train, three sixty five another, trip around bright, tomorrow's sunshine blessed, this old car of mine beautiful, these spinning rocks conducted, by the great I AM enjoying, this crazy ride until...my ticket clocks
sorrow so popular getting all the reads love patient and kind never on the news feeds lies shared a million fold truth often ashamed to be told hate contagious as sin compassion sure needs a win
it's a one way trip through this dream and a quick one be kind, and love love with a one of a kind love love in a never again love love like you don't give a **** love if nothing is returned love and love again love blind
if windows into the soul..are eyes the windows out are smiles one of a shy boy’s first love the smile of a new bride of mother’s bursting pride or made for not funny dad jokes for a picture with the folks but the best best one of all is the one planning a mischievous hoax
im somewhere between elvis and hee haw buggs and ******-doo stooges and a-team price is right and johnny carson dallas and ****** she wrote fred sanford and archie bunker channel 6 and 8 and 12
i went on a life long journey to get any kind of compliment and found the quest endless there must be no parts of me that rise above the mark maybe i will die well
i choose the side of love, the side of forgiveness, the side of light, the side of truth, the side of hugs, the side of kindness, the side of acceptance, the space between your side and mine
the house door shutting coins in my pocket as i run shoes on the gravel drive buzz of the powerline silence of the sunrise the calm before the the grind of the brakes click click click of the bus lights the squeak of the folding door bullies insults and names insults and names my heart in my ears thump thump thump
sky renders every hue autumn trees give wonder tropical waters bleed blue irish hills nay chose their love songs of green nor desert's soft tune of rose mountains, heavy with gray a boy's innocent embarrassed blush nothing excapes the Creator's brush
be gentle break of day ease in with soft foreplay waft the smell of roasted bean quiet, alone..stay the routine sweet pastry, taste you tease make perfect, morning breeze dim the bright of sun's first light achieve these for my love's invite