Some years ago, let's say ten,
with broken heart I picked up pen
and wrote the words to define
the current status of my mind.
I wrote the words to help me handle.
I stored them in a service manual.
One year from then and since thereafter
I do the maintenance on my tractor
and every year I find the paper
that made me somehow feel much safer.
I know these sad words were the start
of the healing of my heart
and now that love has healed my wounds
I'd like to share with those that whom
might see those words that helped me though;
My gift to every one of you.
For all of you I wish you, please,
enjoy my old filed poetry.
My mind, I think, is not so bright,
it seems, although, my heart can write
'cause every time it reads those thoughts
it skips a beat to say they brought
me to the place where once again
with mind and heart I pick up pen.
UNTITLED (as it was);
We fell in love so long ago
beneath the clouds, by moon, aglow.
We knew no matter what the weather
we could love, grow old together.
But as the years did pass us by
we grew apart, I don't know why.
All my dreams, all are shattered,
I must be brave, that's all that matters.
Tossed aside, unwanted trash,
I must forget my happy past.
I'll build a small house in the trees.
I'll live alone, do as I please.
I will escape from life's confusion
in my mansion of seclusion.
And as the seasons come and go
the past will fade as time unfolds.
The peacefulness of grazing deer
will ease my pain each passing year.
The mournful sound of mourning dove,
I'll die alone, and still in love.