Eyes See It All….

Subtle clues

Of how you feel

Are on your face

They show what’s real

But few can read

And few can know

The signs of truth

Your actions show

When next you think

You’re hearing lies

Watch close for hints

With Sharper eyes….


Painted Puppets….

The puppets strings

are hard to see

when pulled with skill

their dance seems free…

As with painted smiles

and fancy dress

they move with ease

no signs of stress…

The tune that’s heard

to which they dance

A Master sings

while notes entrance…

Watchers smile

yet fail to tell…

The performer they applaud

Is an empty broken shell…

Helpless Flower…

A flower was rudely plucked today

Trusted hands clutched

and threw her away

Innocent bloom…Tender and young

Helpless Sweet Rose

So heartlessly flung…

The Heart of this World

Has been Torn..and Cries

When an Angel is lost

When a Treasured Child Dies…

A Life Well Lived

The closer I come

To the edge of the pier

More clearly I see

Far better I hear

For all I’ve lived

And all I’ve done

Shaped who I am

Who I’ve become

Many passed

Though few would stay

Some for a time

Some for a day

Lessons were taught

And wisdoms learned

Battles fought

Victories earned

Pearls were caught

Pearls were thrown

Hope was sought

Love was known…