Three score and ten:
The seconds turn into minutes, then to hours...
It was a morning just like any other
As I sat eating my breakfast food...
Maybe I'm a little strange
And slightly off the wall...
Watching from his high up perch
looking across at this creation...
I tried to write a poem with all this hidden...
But it just wouldn't flow whilst I was thinking...
To my family at Coffee, Conversation and Poetry...
My totally dysfunctional zany Internet family...
A porcelain doll,
In the window display...
Once my fingers touch that key
images and words reveal to me...
My feelings are like a ship
They take much time to halt...
I love it when it rains
no one can tell if I'm crying...
I dream of a life
filled with happiness and sun shine...
I guess you can say we still got spunk
Even though we're growing old and gray...