yesterday
had
way too
many

today
way too
many of
those

tomorrows
how
many
not sure

my point
i can only
live for
today

The leaves of fall lay on the ground
As I rake, I’m reminded of my past
Like pages of a tattered book
They lie around me as the leaves

Some brightly colored
Some dingy and old
Some forgotten
Some remembered

Some remembered
That would be best forgotten

I rake them in piles
No order
The good with the bad
All in a pile

I bag them
For the trash
But in my haste
A few escape

But whether
To trouble
Or to cheer
Ah there’s the question

Job’s done
For another year

[one of the first poems i posted online....but is worth a second look]

Why

Oh why

Is it?

When I am at my lowest

Physically

It seems that my muses

Are

At their highest level

It seems that when strength evades me

My mind and the spiritual

Are at their

Apex

[a re-post of a poem i wrote about 10 years ago]

i now 
understand
it's only thru
pain
suffering
distress
that truth
and beauty 
can be seen
and 
understood

irritation
physical
used to it
tolerate it
can control it

but
day to day
routine
i hate it
i get
frustrated

life
is not
simple
but it is
survivable