Why a wall,

Requires roofing,

Is hard for me, ...

Long summer days,

When we played,

With make-believe toys, ...

Precision,

Feels right.

One of my traits, ...

Today I can’t help,

But smile.

Outside is wet and grey, ...

I too,

Am slowly,

Becoming obsolete. ...

In the end,

All that we build,

Is for the journey. ...

Every now and then,

I think of walking away,

Starting afresh, ...

A gift,

From a child’s hand,

With an innocent smile, ...

I like the old.

It’s familiar,

Etched with character, ...

The strongest bonds,

Are rings,

That remain separate, ...

When rainbows appear,

On sunny or cloudy days,

I like to sit and stare, ...

Today’s reflections,

Like yesterday’s dreams,

I cannot clearly see. ...

Some lessons,

Have to repeat,

Before we learn, ...

I my thoughts,

I am a pebble,

Among many. ...

A letter of the alphabet,

A symbol to warn, or

An old-timer’s mark. ...

These days,

I find myself,

Experimenting with life, ...

I think of death,

Most every day.

It is a fact of life. ...

Today,

Unlike other days,

I vividly see, ...

As the years pass,

I too become streaked,

Carrying nature’s scars, ...

It is safe to say,

That I can’t differentiate,

The ordinary from a classic. ...