An old friend of mine who was quite a bit older than me was fond of saying  that as he walked passed the cemetery that he knew  more people on the other side of the wall than this side. With that thought in mind I composed this poem.

I’m walking passed the cemetery                                                                                                                                                                                          on the living side of the wall                                                                                                                                                                                                Those that’s on the other side                                                                                                                                                                                                  have had their lives that’s all                                                                                                                                                                                                     In the past they told their stories                                                                                                                                                                                             and I hope they told them well                                                                                                                                                                                                   But what if there’s no one to remembers them                                                                                                                                                                       who on earth would tell                                                                                                                                                                                                        Perhaps they’ve left some pictures                                                                                                                                                                                           so we might truly see                                                                                                                                                                                                              Them in all their glory when they looked like you and me                                                                                                                                                    Their energies live on now but in another place                                                                                                                                                                      And it ‘s really such a pity that their past is so hard to trace                                                                                                                                                Now they could have been here a long time and lived out all their dreams                                                                                                                         Or just fallen along the wayside while chasing silly schemes                                                                                                                                                It does not really matter for I’m sure they did their best                                                                                                                                                       And now with their bodies used up they’ve laid themselves to rest

May Angels Bless Your Morning

May the Angels bless your morning

from the moment that you rise

May your day be filled with laughter

and each thought a sweet surprise

May you find a lasting friendship

to help you pass the time

And may you thank the Angels

for these gifts that are divine.

For you are very special

a joy beyond compare

That brightens up the daylight

whenever you are there.

Life’s dance

I dance to life’s sweet music

And the lyrics of my heart

My audience is nature

Whose waves applaud to start

My rhythms sing from treetops

That herald in the dawn

My orchestra been playing

Since the day that I was born

My tempos ever changing

With each new song i play

Just like the moving seasons

That come and go each day

My chimes reflect the future

Before it comes to pass

As i dance to life’s sweet music

And the magic world it casts

Thought to Ponder – Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.” – Carlos Ruis Zafon

Music on You Tube – All this joy – John Denver