“Change? Got any spare change? 10, 35, 40, 90, A dollar and 50 ce… Not bad, sometimes I get more, bu… Hey, who’s that? He looks weak an… Maybe I could help him. I’ll see…

Much is different now than then, At least it’s not as things have b… (Thank Love!) She’s looking for a friend who can Overlook her sins.

Nobody knows how she feels inside, For her feelings she continues to… Oh how she wishes that someone wou… And forever accept her for who she… “But you’re too weird,” they conti…

So now, you say, you are fifty-fiv… And that you are all grown up and… And you think you are smarter—wise… (Yesser! that is just what she was… At what age do they learn right fr…

As he walks, alone, wondering Not knowing where Approaching a fine strong frame So new, Standing alone Waiting for someone to cross.

What’s wrong with the world today And the silly games people play Money, power and greed Using people is now the way Too many people looking to easy st…

Grandma’s shawl was woolen knit And lay warm upon her shoulders It shook when grandma laughed Rose and fell when she would Breathe

She strolled along a woodland path… Mother Nature had placed tiny blo… Sunlight laced the branches of the… And the dew glistened and sparkled… Wildflowers awakening as if from a…

She is woman, Who holds the world in her hands, Who touches every soul in the land… She is “powerful.” She is “emotional.”

Across the valley from high on a m… The shadows flicker and lights dan… As the glow from the cities inflam… Her adoration of life is enhanced. As she continues to gaze at the sp…

She watches a purple mountain, Silhouetted against a sky of blue, A sunset slipping behind her peaks… To signify another day is thru. The song of a lonely Bobwhite,

Wisps of Fall are in the air. A chilling breeze blows through hi… They are taking a walk As the Summer season comes to a s… School is starting his hopes are h…

The helpless newborn baby cries. Distraught his mother weeps. Adoption separates their bond That they may never meet. The birth mother ever grieves her…

As spoons in a drawer She has her pillow sleep And when her head falls From burdens deep It’s her pillow she finds

The breath of tropic winds, ocean… Bends before purple altars Of bougainvillea As incense of night blooming cereu… Swings nocturnal stupor