Nostalgic....
At times I feel

Nostalgia is far overpowering
as we all recall
the times gone by

I do have such a memory,
implanted in my mind’s eye

for over many a decades
as if 'twere yesterday
but the memory remains till today
as if twas happening
this moment right-away
and I do say
pray,

let memories be our comfort,
all day

Let the night be chilly if it may
but memories will indelibly
memories stay

as if it was just yesterday…

When I hear the tweets of songbirds at dawn
Nesting in the oak tree outside my door
I smile at the sun shining on my face

A red bird scours the brown grass for food
Blue birds skeeter on tree branches above
Squirrels run up treetops scampering nearby

There is more fun in spring than wintertime
Tree frogs sing songs of joy at night
Fireflies lit the darkness as they mate

When I hear spring back, summer is here
Hot beaches call my name to the ocean
Hot sand between my toes makes me holler

Late at night
alone.
No company but thoughts
and memories.

Which lead to doubts
in old men.
Could I have done better?
Can I do better?

It is during these times
that the long knives
slowly peel our souls
and test the metttle
of our beliefs.

Do you ever wonder,
as I did in my youth,
why old men never seem
to sleep?

SEPTIC TANK

He staggers blindly down the street, thick , grey fog swirls round.
The silence cheats him of his sense of hearing , not a sound .
He knows that if he uses the old walking stick he'd found
Then, like a blind man he could make his way

The bridge had washed away, now how to reach the other bank
He comes to the decision to cross by the septic tank
Knows he is near when all around him rises smell so rank
That he can feel his nose start to decay.