Time is a Thief!
Ode to T/Sgt. Glenn Wilson
Never To Late!
NOTHING EVER CHANGES
In the Autumn of my Life
"Nothing is Forever!"
I AM AN AMERICAN
In the Eye of the Tiger
A Conversation between My Cat and Dog
If, I Had It All To Do Over!
A Portrait of my Life
Fifty Years of Tears
Do You Remember When?
Ain't That a Shame?
Hopefully, They will Say...
Does It Matter?
My Little Dog named-Art
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Age Old Thoughts
It’s a dreary day,
a steady cold drizzle falls.
A chill in the air, for sure
winter’s early call.
All alone again, as darkness sets in.
It’s only four o’clock, but it feels
like seven. No place to go, nothing
to do, maybe read a poem or two,
then I guess to bed about eleven.
There I go again, talking to the
slow creeping shadows on the wall.
I wish they could talk back, for the
worst is the silence. It’s so loud
it hurts my ears when it starts to call.
Maybe I’m just feeling sorry for myself,
unwanted tears, brought on by my aging years.
What more can I expect, life slows and
the shine of it all no longer glows.
All the questions have been asked and
the answers are always the same.
So I guess life is just a time
For everyone I’ve ever known,
I’ve forgotten their names.
At eighty seven, it’s about
time I look to heaven.
Struggle, strife, sickness then death.
I’m so tried, O’ Lord how much longer
do I have to wait to take my last breath?
With my life behind me,
If I sound ungrateful
is that all there is?
Jackie R. Kays
Reader please note: This is not a self portrait.
I’m not eighty seven ….Yet…smile.
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