The Poet Enters

What is a New Year; is it merely an old one refreshed Just a span of time, in which, our dreams are enmeshed Do we take heed as our time passes swiftly by Take in the sights, enjoy a laugh, or have a cry Are we planning tomorrow, and not living today Are we running into the future or turning away

As the day proceeds, do you follow it, or take charge?

If someone ever found the Truth, and the meaning to life, would they be allowed to live, long enough, to express it?

What good is time off, if you can't schedule every minute of it?

Love can be a gentle as newly fallen snow; but later, burn like the sting of a well thrown slush ball.

Sometimes the day runs faster than I care to travel, and the night moves like a gazelle in flight for its life.

Today, is to some a Holiday; bright and full of cheer Celebrated by them annually; each and every year Let all share in the gladness that it is supposed to bring Share with all, good wishes; hope, compassion and sing Open your heart to the lonely ones; provide peace from their fear. 

This time of year is strange at best Putting all of your patience to test People run and hurry all around Going to and fro throughout the town As an example of peace and love; what a mess.

Kindness is a fickle thing; sometimes hard to give, sometimes hard to receive, and often times both.

The only thing better than making new friends, is keeping old ones current.

Special events are unique and unexpected; if they are anticipated and common, how can they be special?

Are your daily highlights, the bad events of the day, or the good events?

People are a curious lot; you never know who you might like, until you take the time to find out.

Not that anyone cares; but maybe, sometimes they just should.

You can never truly tell how far up you are, until you fall; but how long do you want to hover an inch above the bottom.

Sometimes you are caught between how bad it is, and how good it might be; each being a matter of opinion.

Sometimes you have to toot your own horn; but at other times, you may have to hire a band.

A bird may have been born to fly, but he still has to flap his own wings.

Can you stand in the glory of your past achievements? If not, who is blocking the light?

Troubles and woes, that is what we find But we hope for love, and peace of mind Each day brings a new simple song to share Each day new lyrics; some, for which, we care

If it's always about you, than you are living in a very small world.

Sometimes there has to be more to life than looking forward to the next pleasant moment.

Do we want justice or do we want fairness; and why are they not the same thing?

Sometimes we make Life more complicated than it needs to be; and sometimes Life makes that decision.

What is it, for which, you hunger, and how do you plan to sate that pain?

I do not have to strive to produce items of value or interest, because I am a person of value and interest; and my words hold an equal or greater value. I do endeavor to produce elements of quality and insights; for that, is my nature in life.

Fame is a fragile and forlorn dream, but Fairness is a fantasy.

You can raise above the fray as much as you please; but only after you win.

The day has played and the night before Friends to your side and time to explore Find that enjoyment, concealed out of place Eradicate all sorrow from within this space

Sometimes you only get noticed when you go out of bounds or over the line.

Hopefully the brightest points in your life are not just the stars in the sky.