Little blue Parakeets,
they rough around all day...

On a pedestal that outlooks the sea,
visions of a milky clear lake ween...

"Solitude, a word without action,
a play played by many without satisfaction...

Geriatric Jitters,
looking for some critters...

A ripple of satisfaction,
drips through the crack...

The day you told me,
a cold snowy day...

May all your Moments,
Filled with Joy...

Theres a lot of people missing from my life.
This thought comes back when...

Its unbelievable,
the suit-coat pain...

Every story has an ending.
even the cliffhangers do...

Four foot five; a specimen,
always accompanied by the darting eye...

My hands have been holding,
what I am reporting to be...