Smile, this is the end of the beginning!

Hey there people of the human pursuasion.

You worry, and scare me.

 

Time wasted

Ticks away

Gone

Left

Never to be found

Fading

Fast

Passing us by

Rocket into tomorrow

Blast through today

Taking from yesterday

Giving today

Leavin us behind

Ticks away

Time fading away

Gone

Goodbye

 

 

In the darkest of night, there is no color, shade, nor shadow.

In the end, every thing we do. Is just everything we've done.

Grumpy Old Ken's The (Young) Man!

Whilst parusing through my reading list, I came across this wonderful blog by Grumpy Old Ken. It talks about a poem that was written by an old man in a nursing home. Also, it talks about What Do We Really See? Talking about what we really see when we're observing other people, do we just see the surface, or do we delve deeper into their souls, hearts, and minds. And, what do others really see when they look at us? Do they see a devoted father, caring mother, loyal husband, faithful wife? Do they see that something's on your mind? Do they notice who you really are?

Thank you Grump Old Ken.



Just A Quick Poet Moment

I call this "Forever Never Lasts"

As the fog on a yuletide morn

Like the leaves on springtime trees

Mr. Frosty come to say, "Hello."

The fragrance of a summer rose

The chill on a autumn night's breeze

The love of a woman to which you were sworn

Why does forever never last for long?