I used to wonder,

Why most things,

Do not long last. ...

It is hard to understand,

That still,

In these modern times, ...

Some things,

Are practical.

Others, ...

To look back,

On the road travelled,

Gratifies. ...

Some days,

Not everything,

Need be understood. ...

It’s curious,

That as I age,

The one thing, ...

Pride,

Grace,

Loneliness, ...

The natural world,

In winter sleeps,

Only to awaken, ...

When trees,

Bear chicken and eggs,

It’s time for traditions, ...

And no two stones,

Are the same,

Despite beliefs, ...

It is not surprising,

That modern life,

Is more confusing, ...

In the end,

One must leave,

To find that self, ...

Sometimes,

Life turns hazy.

It’s what I’ve lived, ...

A cold,

Morning sunrise,

As dreams fade, ...

I stare at a picture,

Only to see tranquility,

With blue skies. ...

Circles close,

Feelings transform,

Years come and go. ...

To blend in,

Go unseen.

Build walls, ...

Art,

Or an old,

Cracked wall. ...

Happy colors,

Make me smile.

It’s hard to say why, ...

It is a strange,

Human trait,

To defer things,...