Old

dreams of times forgotten,

memories seeming to belong to someone else,

old age .

a thief,

stealing both the present and the past,

a life lived, 

no longer your own.

 

No Road

the road home. gone,

the terrain difficult,

no trails seen,

the reality, I must find my way myself.

the same as everyone must do.

 

Bridges

darkness spreads across the world,

hope seems gone,

trust the path,

find the bridge,

we will make it to the other side.

 

War

hate creates hate,

until violence grows uncontrollably,

loathing, the sire of death,

and  war,

war, a tangle of webs,

not easy to escape,

while violence is bred,

and the destruction grows,

prayers for all trapped,

as God watches through His tears.

 

Colors

colors on the canvas,

blend and contrast,

creating a painting,

unique,

one of a kind.

 

Change of Seasons

leaves gone, as is the summer,

winter on its way,

thoughts of childhood,

snow covered hills,

and a warm fire by which to lay.

 

The Path

the path forward wearies the mind,

pain and conflict just ahead,

I take a breath,

and remember this will all end,

sooner or later,

the journey the important thing,

how I live,

keeping in mind,

always be thankful,

always be humble,

but battle for truth.