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Sitting on her lap, I gaze at arthritic hands, as old bent fingers thread string through packets of tightly bunched pine needles...

A poem about nothing lasting for ever.

dappled dimples of delight encased by rosy cheeks brings joy to weary eyes… feeling the softness of your breath on ..

Lesson learned.

About things that keep us from succeeding

Last lesson learned.

A story about an old man and my guilt.

First remembrances of my wife to be.

I got “bummed” todaythrough no fault of my ownjust standing there, me all aloneWhy do I feel uncomfortableseeing him there,filthy clothes,..

When darkness is the day What’s the good of it? What’s the use of hopelessness and despair? I..