as we run along the beach
being teenagers again
enjoying the freedom of the young.
The ocean waves caress the shore
with each new wave that falls.
The moon and stars shine bright
when night begins to call
and here are we running through
each wave that rushes up the sand.
Enjoying our evening out
being teenagers again.
Tomorrow is another day,
but for now, we’re having fun
enjoying the moon and stars
as we run along the sand
being teenagers again.
8 August 2009
No conversation is ever finisheduntil all the questionsare asked and answered.Life is never overuntil all the doors are finally shut.Most rules are never brokenonly bent a little tosuit the circumstance.Hence, we live our livesfrom one day to the nextwith little surprisesjust to keep us on our toes,pleasant or otherwise.17 October 2012
for a weary stranger,who has lost a foothold,on life’s road that’s steep,but with a helping hand,he can get up to his feet again.Whenever we feel troubled by life’s many toils,and feel we have been beatenbeyond anyone’s repair,exhausted by circumstances,over which we have no control,but know that with a helping handwe could make another stand.Therefore, on…
at least that is what my wife calls it.Where the cows in the fieldsdo the rumba all daywhile chewing on their cud.The rooster does the hokey kokeyat the crack of dawn.The sheep do the cha cha chawhile grazing in the fieldsand the farmer just waltz’s aroundthe farm feeding the chickensdoing the old fashion two step.All…
ruffles our hair each day.Our mood can changejust like the windthat ruffles our hair.A gentle breezemakes us feel calm.A harsh windcan makes us feel angryand no windcan make us feel happy.The weather can setour mood for the day.Like the noon can setthe tides from the oceanand the sun and raincontrols the plants growth.Our moods are…
known as Mr Alcohol.There are times whensleepless nights of worrypacing the floor at midnightwaiting for a loved onewho is late beyond compareor times when loveis entangled in a snareand two hearts that beat as onestart drifting apart.Then in the long darknessand the ache of longingkeeps you from your sleepand you get the prizeof looking in…
Others say that thosewith a heart of goldhave an angel on their shouldersince the day they were born.An angel to guide them througheach coming dayas they go downevery road they travelthough out their life’s way.15 January 2008
