in my nursing home room within these carpeted halls,who do you see? probably a sharp tongued old woman with polident kept dentures, a white mane of unruly hair,thick ankles in short socks vein lined legs, a portly shaped body draped in   a cotton patterned nightgown covering a depends.pictures on the wall of old memories,with alife slowly heading to a closing chapter. but I see a young girl of twenty three holding the arm of a world war two soldier,standing with me before the altar exchanging vows.the hospital picture with my nursing first born son of six sons.a house  on holidays filled with bubbling laughter, and welcome toasts with a bountiful  food table. a granddaughter who finished at the top of her class ready to defend those falsely accused pro bono. a picture of myself before marriage dancing  a first ballet.i see your youth, you see my worn down old age. I hear you speak of far away vacations,that my body and limited funds cannot take. you see a world ripe with opportunies, I see bedbaths, a bag of  waste to change,family members rarely seen . you see the hands on the wall clock not spinning fast enough for check out and the party awaiting. now in these final moments I see what you can't see,angels  coming in bursts of bright light and golden wings, to bear me away from this painful suffering life.

the two men had known each other since childhood,and  had remained friends ever since.with exporing eyes they had seen eagles sosat in ITALY,oats sail in GREECE the moving hour hands of BIG BEN in LONDON, happy  laughing children in PARIS, and in all of these wonderful places  they could  speak and clearly understand  seven languages.they had become WORLD travelers.having traveled by boat plane horseback   camel taxi foot. than one day,each traveler had discovered that different ailments had come upon the other. one had weak legs and could"nt  walk  without a wheelchair.the other traveler's had gone blind.so they sat down togethjer to discuss that grave matter and come up with a plan to continute  enjoying more exciting travel adventures.this is what was agreed on by both.the crippled wheel chair bound traveler promised to be the eyes for seeing.the blind traveler promised to use his strong legs and healthy body to push his wheel chair friend wherever they decided to journey in the future.

passing  around me ,what do I see unhappy people behind painted uncomfortable smiles,carrying  sadness,loneliness dressed up in modern style.all living unseen lives of sham and shame,long ago reflections of myself, life is not an easy game.everyone  caught in the blowing winds of our time.

woke up this morning in the World that you created for me, with a grin.love and happiness are the moods that you keep me in.leaving your good loving I don't ever want to think about or even try,like  flowers pulled from native soil this old boy would die.need daily embraces and steady sweetness in my life to unfold ,plenty of love and hugs to warm me through when these nights are cold.i,m as happy as a bear in his favorite honey tree, now looking in the mirror I see a special me.your love is the wings of inspiration ,a platform to be free,a caring hand to hold on to ,and make a special me .in the courtroom of your love, I don't have to worry fret beg nor plead,knowing always that you desire to make a special me.

so we shared a dream or two,as time went racing by,grief never lasts for long,soon I know these tears will dry,love has gone far away, and found a new place to hide,you left me lonely here, but my heart can,t tell me why.

my lips seem convincing to yours,as soft whispers tickle waiting ears.this waiting heart seeks your soft presence when eyes are denied to gaze.love,s desire makes me become the gentle rain in the garden of delight,a personal pleasure trip to bountiful ,the new moon in the sky of human need ,the answer to any question asked,the guard to the palace of delights,the yin and yang of your everything.

let the free wind comb your dark hair, with an inquiring eye watch the nile flow slowly in your mind.than take my reaching hand and walk through the green swaying grass,let the warmth of the beating sun warm city skin.stare into the mirror of lasting truth and know beauty.know that Nations come forth from your *****,bravely face the hurricane of unchecked hate trial,for we will face these foes together under skies of unmoving blue.