some old poetry

shuffle, stumble and turn my head
the road i'm walking is not easy to tread
bumps and bruises burn as memories in my head

the road less traveled is easier said than done,
the journey of today is harder as one,
but bear down and follow the sun

two days since i saw it clearly
my body is not as tired as my mind is weary.
I pull my chin up cause i'm far from home
but i don't know where that is, so i continue to roam

in reverie i stand hoping for clarity
but all that interrupts are strangers' words of charity

switching the track may be an option,
but who says my current road is the wrong one

some day i might discover t he right way
but it seems that might be the last day





i haven't seen it one your face in a while,
where did you go with that smile

everyday is better now that it's back again,
ones that were a four are now a ten.

the lines in your cheeks,
the lift of your brow,
the color in your eyes,
how fortunate am i now?

time may have been rough,
but it's all in how you see it,
the glass is always half full,
remember to always believe it.

a drive and that look are all i need.
call it simple, call it a lack of greed.

the basic pleasures will keep me with you,
and you with me




lines on my face,
they speak of my youth
years and tears of joy,
expressions only tell the truth

the times as a child,
when a mother's touch cured all
if times never changed
i'd never be afraid to fall

on your own you learn,
failure teaches more,
than receiving gifts,
or being right can assure

won't be scared to be wrong,
won't be scared of the fight
must remember this is the way it goes
when i lay my head down at night