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The Older I Get


The older I get

The more I think about

my journey

on that one way road

I count the seeds I should have sown

and all the dreams

I abandoned on the crossroads

Sometimes my brain just wants to explode

There are so many mysteries

yet to decode

and memories begin to erode.

I think about time all the time.

Days fly by

minutes and hour seem shorter

And after all is said and done

All I want to do is make good

of the time

write a poem everyday

and on occasion make it rhyme.

 

 

 

Aloneness


“Aloneness and all-oneness is our authentic nature. We are always alone and all-one. We came into this planet alone and all-one. We will leave alone and all-one. And also during our whole staying in this world, no matter how we engage in relationships, we continue to be alone and all-one, though we may forget about it or pretend it is not the case.”

Even a flower can count on the company among other flowers. It can see the blades of grass and the earth that sustains it. No company needed I do not think. Or at least we do not know for sure because we cannot hear them speak or complain of loneliness.  It may wither or wilt, maybe from lack of water or nourishment or even love. My mother believed flowers did listen when spoken to and grew and blossomed fuller and more beautiful. Nature is fickle though.

We must not fear our individual aloneness or all oneness as the author of the quote suggests. A mother knows this to be true when she gives birth. There the oneness and the aloneness begins. But the love is forever and sustains.

What do you think?

These pictures are examples of aloneness.

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Good Old Buddies


Good Old Buddies

Good old buddies:

one four score and nine

the other entering the ninth

decade of his life

A friendship that has lasted more than most

They can’t count the many toasts

they have shared

for good health

happy birthdays

successful careers

wives they adore

kids so keen

beautiful grandchildren.

They shared

fifty years of good debates

over politics

boxing

and the status quo

 

now life seems full of woes

one unable to see

the other unable to walk or talk

but their hearts beat in unison

the message is clear

the code understood

only old buddies can hear

hands shake tight

both still willing to fight

in spite of their plight

 

the good old buddies know

the end of their journeys may be near

when together however there is little to fear.

they bid each other an “hasta luego mi amigo”

for what may be one last time

And I was the lucky one to witness a friendship so dear and divine.