Christmas was a gift, a pure joy,
opening presents, skating
on the winter pond.
Summer was the season
of sunshine and flowers, I was fond
of climbing hills and catching fish.
Now, in the Autumn of my life
I've no time for apple bobbin'
no Halloween or trick or treat
a ghost of my old self
haunting the places where
I used to belong.
HALLOWEEN GHOSTIE
A ghost of my former self
only good for Halloween now
when young and in good health
Christmas was a gift, a pure joy
winter skating on the pond.
Summer was the season
of flowers and sunshine, I was fond.
Now it's the Autumn of my life
but I've no time for apple bobbin'
just haunting the places where
I used to belong.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Love ya!
Jane