One more twig in the branch of tim
But will it grow leaves this comin
Bear bright flowers by summer’s da
And fruits, as birds in early autu
Aye! Another year, perhaps of str

What a choice we have; we’re so sc
One’s a liar, the other’s so damn
Remember Whitewater? Oh, she’s so
But he’s a racist, a sexist, just
We heard she’s hard on the Secret

I ‘m all alone nursing a mocha fra
Reading a novel, listening to musi
But my mind wanders; pleasant thou
Into my consciousness; images of m
People went in and out, ordered an

Growing old is a precious gift
That not everyone gets to savor;
Marvelous and fantastic moments
And remembrances of every flavor
Await us in the twilight years

Alas! it’s September; it’s summer
Sad farewell to hot days and sultr
Goodbye to flowered shorts and lin
Gone the sunny beaches; my new-fou
Autumn’s here, sadly! there’s fenc

First light, first sign that tomor
That we’ll savor the passing of an
To see and touch all those that we
And smell the many blossoms along
Incipient daylight, omen of the fu

He looks and feels old, exhausted
A life that’s been up and down but
The dull days broken at times by b
Yet not enough to make his journey
Periods of nothing much, just forg

Tantric melody;
Candied lullaby in his head
Sweet emotions overwhelm;
Soporific and hypnotizing!
Melancholy bids farewell

He got up early, one Saturday mor
And very quickly put his sneakers
Shorts, an old shirt; while yawnin
Washed, brushed; ah! Bad breath g
He ran out the house, not telling

often, the truth is unwelcome
so we choose to live a lie
rather than accept what is real
yes, we’d rather laugh than cry…
a brave front we show the world

he’s the square root
of negative one
to my senses, he is
yet he’ll forever be!
a phantom, a ghost,

Earth-bound; we envied the birds i
And wished we can swim swift like
Even if doors be shut, we could wa
Or go back in time, perhaps never
Children we were once; we wanted t