A Start? Or not?

I like these words.. not sure if I could take them and start something worth reading..  Let me just put them here and look at them for a few days.  Who knows... miracles have happended.

 You know, 

as I age, 

I find it easier 

to be kind... 

I'm sort of like 

most of my road has already been walked

I can't unwalk any of it. 

I can't rewind my life and play it over 

I can't undo anything I've already done 

but 

I can from this day on, 

be sure I am kind. 

I don't want to insult anyone 

or 

make anyone cry. 

Doesn't mean I am weak 

or 

that I don't value my own opinion.. 

just means 

there's never a reason 

to not be kind.

Aging.. not so gracefully

Wasting time
like we have years

stretching before us...
Childish mentalities
Coming out of a grown up mouth
Threats
Not bloody
But power wielding
Bully stuff.

Nearing four score
have we learned
Absolutely nothing?

Inside, I am
My younger self
Strong and independent
But going 

in the Opposite

direction

I'm old now
Crumbling bones
Rounded shoulders
Moving along 

a few steps
At a time
Tottering mostly.
Age is a strength destroyer
Pain is worse
It consumes me...
Making most everything
Irrelevant.

Where do I go from here?
How do I get there?
Even my cane only supports me
Sometimes

copyright 7-10-2016 vrd

First time in a long time...

It's been so very long since I wrote anything really good.  Probably the last ten or fifteen poems I wrote, back when I was starting to get back to writing were not very good. I can't even tell you what the last good poem was.  I sat here tonight and read every single poem on this blog. There are some older ones, some comical ones, and some newer (not so good) ones.  But whichever, I enjoyed reading them.  I do have to admit I think I'm a good writer sometimes.  Well, at least I was a good writer sometimes.  Now?  I'm not so sure.  I would really love to be able to get back to writing with some feeling, writing things that were believable.  Things people would like to read over and over.  I'm at the age where I know I will never have any of my work published.. but I hope with all my heart that someone some time will want to read them.  I hope they don't get shoved into the salvation army donation box and forgotten about. I hope someone will want to keep  them.

I'm going to try my very best to get back to writing.. maybe if I do some every day I will get my muse and my ability back?

J

May poem

May

I remember Merry Mays

though now those days seem dim

The pain of time has touched my all

a chance of none has slimmed

I’m not marching anymore

I sit and wait it seems

Only my mind goes on and on

while I still have my dreams

I know we’re not to question why

but I still want to know

why do some go lightly through

and other lives drag slow?

Is it because the way we’ve lived

are we to pay on earth?

Are we not as good as others who

enjoy exemplary health

I think I’ve lived quite honestly

I’ve loved and might once more

but through it all I’ve never lied

don’t change behind closed doors

Through many years and living long

I’ve watched friends come and go

I’ve learned much and tried to touch

the hearts and minds of those

who’ve sang the song of time with me

and marched through many Mays

who’ve been there when I needed them

and been the sunlights rays

And while the light is not so bright

because of many score

I know the cause for which I pause

is Peace forevermore

©vrd5/26/2012

April poem

April

April, like life

is a mood full of swings

up and then down

sunny, then not

A minute can change what it means

The world awakens

from a long winters nap

it yawns and stretches and grins.

And just when the season

changed for good reason

I stood and walked again

A new blade of grass

a meadowlark

The sights and sounds of spring

No need to wonder

if there is a God?

There is a God!

And heaven is always green

©vrd4/26/2012

July Haiku

 

Oh little sad tree
stretch your branches to the sun
you too can grow tall

lost in the shadows
but only for a short time
you'll soon reach the sun

©vrd 7/2012

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Poem for June

Where did it go?

Where did it go
the month of June
Why did it go so fast?
Like life it seems it rushes by
to soon become the past

I love the world cause it is round.
That means it never ends
and that which passes one today
we may see again.

And even though it’s bittersweet
the memories abound
with sights of yesterday so clear
as well as joyous sounds

inside my mind I’m seeing you
the things you did and said
the joyful times you brought to me
are tumbling through my head
T’was not for naught
your pain and strife
twas not for naught at all
you taught us each
the meaning which
engrained upon my soul
the reasons we should cherrish
all. The love that we should share
forgiveness and compassion though
the cross was yours to bear

Where did it go
the month of June
Why did it go so fast?
Like life it seems it rushes by
to soon become the past

I love the world cause it is round.
That means it never ends
and that which passes one today
we may see again.

©vrd 7/10/2012