When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;