Farewell troubadour
may you travel on safely
– don’t forget your pen
Farewell troubadour
may you travel on safely
– don’t forget your pen
New Year approaches –
and waiting here I wonder
what will next year hold
my cats sun themselves –
who would guess the comfort of
them kissing my face
small rodents as gifts
claws sharpened on the door mat
a small price to pay
wed as teenagers
some good times and some bad but
loved for fifty years
last night lashing rain
scouring the streets with loud noise
smiles under the sheets
Nothing stays the same
Our dreams may well not come true
But keep hope alive
only gods may breathe
that bright air beyond the stars
mortals are denied