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What Has Become Of Our Dreams
We watch our flag as it unfurls,
its glorious colors that flow.
The promises it spoke to us as children,
have faded in the wind as we’ve grown older.
Is it our flag that disappointed us,
or have we disappointed our flag?
Have we taken more than we have given,
to a country that is so forgiving?
Wait -- think not that we have taken,
it is the greedy that are overtaking.
They have overtaken the land, and the freedoms,
and have taken more than just their share.
They and their hunger for power and riches,
have taken away our choices we were given;
and have abused the freedoms,
offered to all the living.
There could be plenty for everyone,
If the thieves weren’t consumed with greed.
Taking more than their share of the freedoms,
taking the shares of those in need.
I see the elderly in desperation,
never complain, or take more than they need,
but the grabbers keep taking more than their share,
and never thinking of those in despair.
Let’s go back and adjust the balance,
to even the field of freedom and justice.
To continue our countries fight for what’s right,
for those who respect and honor her fight.
Walking down life's path alone,
Thinking of things that have gone wrong.
Wondering how to make things right,
Melancholy thoughts arise.
How to right the wrong,
And even the score?
What led me down this path,
Where maudlin thoughts appear?
Write a book of what's right,
And what's wrong?
When did it all start to appear,
Looking back at the big picture here?
What has happened to life's goals?
Where did they wander off the road?
Is it too late to make a U-turn and go back,
To the original fork in the road?
Balance the playing field,
Revisit the original goals.
Start backtracking to the place,
Where the goals started drifting away.
Re-walk life's path,
And remember the goals.
Revisit the original plan,
And balance the load.
Our Never-Ending Waltz
One, two, three twirl,
One, two, three twirl.
Cover the whole dance floor,
Over and over again.
Our dance of a lifetime
You hold me in your arms,
While we perform,
Our Never-Ending Waltz.
One, two, three twirl...
One, two, three twirl...
Twirl and glide,
Over and over again.
And again... ... ... ...
The field of Day Lilies appears all ablaze.
As you stare across the meadow,
Of breathtaking shades of yellows, oranges and reds.
Envision a slight haze of vapor.
As the sun soaks up the morning dew.
Resting on the fringe of each petal anew.
By noon the sun is high.
The flowers have fully opened,
Their petals facing toward the heavens.
Mid-afternoon the petals begin to dry.
After absorbing the heat of the day,
By dusk their beauty will cease to exist.
Today's lilies will drop.
New blooms will appear tomorrow,
At dawn vibrant and alive.
For they are called Day Lilies. . . Then die.
Making room for tomorrow's bloom,
To have the starring role of glorious colors.
What a wonderful love affair,
A match made by the stars.
Our emotions blended,
With the wonderful times spent.
We danced 'til our feet hurt.
Laughed 'til we cried.
Hugged 'til we were one,
And parted never seeing each other again.
Sadness fills my diary.
Each page is stained with teardrops.
Memories overflow with visual pictures
Never again to be lived.
I hold in my mind,
Remnants of our past.
Hold in my heart,
The everlasting love we had.
Never thought I could love,
Anyone as much as I love you.
Would not have shared my life,
With anyone else it's true.
Have felt so emotionally secure,
Since you came into my life.
My need for you is like,
The need to sleep and breathe.
To have you near me,
Is a dream I have wished.
Await each morning to
Share another day of bliss.
Hot baked homemade brownies,
Just out of the oven,
Is an invitation indeed,
To a chocolate feast.
Spread throughout the house.
Brownies cooling on the windowsill,
Invites the chocoholic appetite.
Salivating while inhaling,
Await the temperature to drop
Just enough to bite into,
My favorite chocolate stuff.
Toppings to indulge me?
Some dark chocolate chips tossed atop,
Oozing creamy swirls of decadent chocolate sauce,
Will certainly satisfy any chocolate thirst.
Laced with chunks of chocolate,
To lure any person.
Adding delight to the chocolate lover in me,
With shavings of pure milk chocolate indeed.
Melting and blending into a gooey morsel mess,
Salivating glands begin to ache,
Awaiting the first bite,
Of my chocoholic date.
Sea of Tears
Sitting on the beach like, we used to do.
My teardrops strained through layers of sand.
Wash out to sea with the rest of my emotions,
Merging in to that huge sea of tears.
Dwelling on happier days long ago,
Filled with sunshine, laughter, and love.
Straining to reach back in my memory bank,
For the happiness felt during those hours.
Warm teardrops rolling down my cheeks,
Mixed with the salt of sadness.
Grieve for days gone by,
Yet look forward to the day my tears will stop,
And happy days will again fill my thoughts.
Winter begins its final show,
And Spring begins its start.
From blossoms to falling leaves,
Sunshine to falling ice and snow.
The melting snow piles,
Swept to the side of the road.
The ground exhibiting growth,
Of blossoms to behold.
Trees sprouting their leaves,
And flower buds appearing to blossom.
New branches spreading their arms,
Welcoming each day's dawn.
Darkness appears later each day,
While dawn is delayed each morning.
Earth continues to revolve,
And life continues to evolve.
Precious moments to behold,
Appearing without warning.
Life's beautiful memories,
Bursting with excitement.
The temperature has increased,
And the birds begin chirping.
They have hung out their nests to dry,
And returning to their family life.
The squirrels have come out of hiding,
Climbing and scrambling in the trees.
The old hoot owl is perched,
Out of our view and reach.
Spring is heading our way,
And nature is awakening to a rebirth.
The outdoors are alive and well,
Welcoming the joy of their fresh start.
Little Soldiers, We
March to the beat of our God,
Taking charge of our life so proud.
Given to us to be shared by all,
Knowledge and strength to stand tall.
Care for the creatures and children,
Just as we do for the old and weary.
Give strength to others that have weakened,
So they may share in the blessings we've been given.
Break bread with our neighbors and friends,
Share the wealth of love we receive.
Ensure all are taken care of,
No matter their faith and sadness be.
Let's continue the march of the soldiers, we,
Maintaining the rhythm and goals given.
Marching and thanking our God that has given,
The rights and freedoms we choose to live-in.