Thinking aloud
Less I miss a word.
Rambling thoughts
I have often heard.
Here in the morning
Where the sun caught
My sleepy eyes early,
I'm awake and on the move.
The spark of life
Still is in me.
Though my body grows old,
My thoughts are fresh and new.
O let the flame burn bright
That I may never grow old.
May my thoughts be as bright
As the sun that lights up my room.
Cindy
Michael D.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron