Many years ago,

I learned,

That eyes don’t lie. ...

Searching for a way,

To escape irrational thoughts.

Those baseless feelings, ...

It takes quite little,

To make someone smile.

Just a pen, ...

Not every battle,

Is worth the fight.

Once in a while, ...

Sometimes,

Life lessons are drawn,

On old crumbling walls. ...

That which stands,

Close at hand,

Tends to distract. ...

Our local library,

Is rather small.

Hidden in a quiet corner, ...

Some create,

As others collect.

At day’s end,...

There are days,

I envy flowers.

They aren’t bothered, ...

Some bared legs,

Get cars to stop,

While others, ...

As the days pass,

I too,

Am open only, ...

Autumn’s cool breeze,

Has once again arrived.

Fallen leaves, ...

If life is a circle,

Then I’d like to fill it,

With all the colors I can, ...

Some names,

Are quite strange.

But only because, ...

One day I climb,

Only the next to descend.

And so days pass, ...

Simplicity,

From a distant past,

Where pure laughter, ...

Discolored bricks,Display character.

Much like scars, ...

Youth is often adorned,

In lively and bright,

While the aged, ...

Some days,

When it’s rather late,

Words quietly stay away. ...

Today felt cracked and dry.

As the hours passed,

Ghosts of bygone years, ...