I Feel As If I Am An

A Friend Came Over To The House A Few Days Ago And Read One Of My Poems. He Came Back Today And Asked To Read The Same Poem Over Again. After He Finished Reading It, He Said, It Makes Me Want To Write Poetry.

I Don't Know These People And They Aren't My Flowers.

...what Makes You Older Is When Your Bones, Muscles And Blood Wear Out, When The Heart Sinks Into Oblivion And All The Houses You Ever Lived In Are Gone And People Are Not Really Certain That Your Civilization Ever Existed.

It's Strange How The Simple Things In Life Go On While We Become More Difficult.

I Didn't Know The Full Dimensions Of Forever, But I Knew It Was Longer Than Waiting For Christmas To Come.