I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
In My Dreams
Sometimes I soar like a Falcon; In my deepest dreams, I fly… In reality I tumble with friends, Uncontrollably from the sky.
Both alcohol and religion failed Flight as a substitute… Eventually age requires we fall, While using no parachute.