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.

 

 

 

Journey


Paths

Melba Christie

 

 

We all start our journey through life,

with the pitter-patter of our feet.

a milestone most of us meet,

by about the age of one,

all is discovery and so much fun.

 

But life will take you down many paths

some will be rough and some smooth

some you will hate

some you will love

some created just for you with blessings from above

 

Each journey a stop but not a destiny

each step purposeful and meaningful

so many lessons to be learned

even when you decide to make a sharp turn.

The journey of life

no one knows the measure

but try to make each moment

one to be treasured.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love of Life


Inside me is a profound love
for life itself
Each breath I take reminds me
life is too short
Too brief compared to eternity

And what is eternity?
Who truly knows its measure?
I know my love is forever and
Shall be eternal
I count the stars every night
to make it so

The leaves of grass,
Waves,
Clouds,
They will outlive me
And when I am laid to rest
They will know somehow
I loved their presence
In my life
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