I have a box of treasures
To which I hold the key
And when I lift the lid
I don’t know what I’ll see
Sometimes there will be sparkle
With jewels so clear and bright
And other times just laughter
To make my world feel right
My treasures sometimes teach me
To do the best I can
To help the world around me
And play to natures plan
But if I delve more deeply
It’s then I know I’ll see
All that’s gone before me
Just waiting there for me
But that is in my future
And not the here and now
As I pull out another treasure
For the day I know is now
A Closed Mind
There seems to be a pattern
To everything I do
From waking up each morning
To how I speak to you
Each hour has a purpose
Though some are hard to find
As I wrestle with these questions
That seems to cross my mind
The answers can evade me
Despite the way I think
But some knowledge
Is not for learning
At least that’s what I think
For it might distort my patterns
I follow everyday
And convince me in a moment
There may be another way.
A Forgotten Lady
With stooped shoulders she drifted by
Each step she took felt like a sigh
Where was her mind was it in the past
Dreaming of loves that did not last
Or maybe her family now on the wing
Oh how her thoughts I guessed might sing
Perhaps her weary steps betrayed
A life that brought her just dismay
I’d like to think she’s not alone
A forgotten lady without a home
But of course I’ll never know.
Thought to Ponder – The Egyptians believed that you die twice. Once when you take your final breath, and then again the last time someone says your name.
Music on You Tube – The Healing Hands of Time – Willie Nelson
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