Making the world a better place, one contact at a time
At my desk I sit surrounded by my journals my blog stares and waits
Soul Doc
Beware of people Who claim to know how things work Especially you
Sometimes blogging calls but Reader distracts my mind Instead I journal
Leaves crunch beneath boots Crisp air exhaled in a cloud Walking with a view
Your house is on fire Positive thinking won’t help You need to fight it
Cup warm in my hand Home still in the early light Calm before the storm
My wife and I joke About our age, growing old It helps to hide the fear
If you are beyond Hope, what would it hurt to let Me try for a bit?
Adjusting my tie Again, in the mirror, I Hate dressing like this
Have you ever wondered When you think, one speaks, one listens But which one is you?
