I sleep better,

Knowing a few candies,

Are close at hand. ...

The longer,

I travel this road,

The more perspective, ...

Old pictures,

Bring back memories.

Of sweet innocent days, ...

When clear skies,

Can barely be seen,

It is futile to dream, ...

Few things in life,

Are black or white.

Like wildfires, ...

Daily,

I’m fed the news,

Through others’ eyes. ...

A faded,

Cracked wall,

Crying out for repair, ...

Flowers have taught me,

That freshness and joy,

Are states of mind. ...

Numbers speak,

A language of their own.

They never lie. ...

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, ...