Hand-written letters,

Now are now obsolete.

Yet it’s all I had, ...

Winter will soon arrive.

That time of year,

To prepare for cold nights, ...

Some days,

We simply break,

For reasons ...

The proverbial,

Pot of gold,

Isn’t hidden, ...

The world,

Is so very big.

Many places, ...

Simplicity,

Comes in many forms.

Like a bare, white wall, ...

A single color,

Stands out,

When not alone, ...

“There is no need,

To be afraid.”

Heard it often said, ...

If the sun,

Can find ways,

To shine on cold, ...

Some days are special.

Sitting on top of the world,

Staring all around, ...

Aging,

Is difficult to bear.

Yet when done, ...

Grandeur,

Comes in many forms.

To stand out, ...

To stand unwavering,

Firm, tall and proud.

No matter who is around. ...

Trees bare their soul,

By letting their leaves fall.

When the wind blows, ...

“Learn your lessons well,

Young man.

It’s not an easy life.” ...

Today parts of me,

Feel hard as a rock.

Inside an invisible shell, ...

In some parts of the world,

Working at PWC,

Would not be considered, ...

Symmetry,

Like an organized,

Predictable routine, ...

Gifts,

Come in many forms.

Yet often, ...

Towering and grand,

Camouflaged elegantly,

Sparking feelings of hesitancy. ...