JUST OUT OF REACH… a poem

Dark, Room, Office, Table, Chair, Lamp

I tore the pages

And threw them out the window.

Who would ever want to read this mess?

So many words of wisdom

Just out of reach

Evading, in fingertip duress.

Step back and take solace

All is not lost.

From time to time we all weep.

Then pick up the pace

In a fingertipped race

Putting words on the pages – then sleep!

LIFE IS GOOD… a poem

Will envy be the cause,

For the last fighter to go down?

Will jealousy conquer,

And continue to tear lives apart?

Will fame really give solace

To those who have had none?

What of you and me?

Will our common sense prevail,

Or will the world have its way with us?

No!  We have God on our side!

We have each other, too!

Life is good!

Couple, Hands, Holding Hands, Man
Pixaby

IMAGINATION… a poem

White Teddy Bear Reading Book

I sit here and watch the other kids play

Another short night

Another long day

But I don’t feel sorry for myself anymore

I discovered books

And began to explore

From little kids flying

Holding each other’s hands

To a far away place

That they called Neverland

And a giant white whale

Far out at sea

With a man who would kill it

To be who he’d be

Late at night there’s a knocking

Upon someone’s door

Could it be The Raven

No, “’tis the wind and nothing more”

So, please don’t feel sorry

I’m as happy little guy

My legs may not work

But my limit is the sky