starting point…

starting point

we
so desperately
try not
to see
how time’s passed
we blame
failing eyes
for
the face in the mirror
and
move quickly by
as if
an apparition
has
inhabited
the glass
but
tomorrow’s view
remains the same
just older
seems like
there’s no place
to hide
ah
but
there’s makeup
guaranteed
to make you young
to smooth out
the lines
as if
you’re completely blind
but
you must use
the mirror

the conversation…

the conversation

she lie beside him
and
discussed
for hours
their life together
the ups and downs
the tears shed
alone
and
those shared
when
life
had broken
both
their hears
she giggled
when she recalled
their first date
how fate
had brought
them
together
they were
an unlikely pair
but
somehow
through out the years
they had grown
closer
smiling
she kissed
his cold
lifeless forehead
rose from his side
drying her tears
she left the room
and
thanked the nurse
for the time
to say
goodbye

viewing point…

viewing point

each of
life’s
travellers
pauses
to survey
the path
that
they’ve travelled
some marvel
that
they’ve survived
the climb
through rough terrain
full of hazards
and
hostile actions
but
they quickly turn
and
continue on
others
tarry there
when they look back
numb
and
unable to relinquish
the view
since the journey
has been
so easy
and
full of lovely scenes
and
moments
they wish to relive
so
they stand there
looking back
for the rest
of
their existence
others
linger there
overwhelmed
by
their painful journey
unable to separate
yesterday’s pain
from
tomorrow’s promise
so
they lie down
exhausted
choosing
to die
where they are

it’s not always obvious…

it's not always obvious

stopped
by
aunt bea’s
to
deliver
some
costco items
she
had asked for
i told aunt bea
that
i had
had
a very
interesting conversation
with
an elderly woman
who was in
one of those
electric shopping carts
the kind
with
a small basket
in front
which seemed to me
to be
ill-suited
for
a warehouse market
a market
that
generally
sells supersize items
and
that basket couldn’t
have held more
than
two or three
of
anything
but
we had a nice visit
however
i said to aunt bea
i still can’t
figure out
why
she just didn’t
order the items online
and
have them delivered
aunt bea
smiled
and
said
maybe she wasn’t
shopping
for
any particular item
but for
what you provided

 

 

lick the platter clean…

lick the platter clean

some folks bitch and moan
that there’s just a few cake crumbs
left on life’s old plate
while others choose to savor 
every last speck on the dish