A sunrise never stays,
like a sunset it also strays.
Inbetween coming and going,
some words go with
the wind blowing.
Yesterdays poetic creation,
moves to a past location.

Poems written last year,
take their position in my minds rear.
I can't remember poems
of a year back,
why I wrote them never leaves
my mind track.
With a goal of love and
peace in mind,
most of my poems are of this kind.

Some poems in the head go away,
but the goal continues its play.
Love and peace seems like a fantasy,
since life has so much agony.
Still it's worth the effort,
trying to reach a zone of comfort.

Practicing what I preach,
becomes an image in my reach.
People usually make and break,
but a good goal is never a fake.
Every year I slice a birthday cake,
each day I wish for 
peace and love to take.

G