Whatever happened To the ones who drifted by Not knowing the names Of the places once traveled, But drinking the wine, despite? Maybe the meeting Of another changed the face Of one, perhaps more, Bringing smiles that sang loudly Of happiness, shared bedrooms. There may be others Like the one in a blue suit Who was returning From a funeral wished not To have attended, hopeless. Reckon all these lives Will little remember how Each place held lilies In blue vases chased with gold, If memory stays at all.
I am an old-time Rock-N-Roll, Church Gospel, Contemporary Christian; Blue jeans, Poet shirt, Writing geek, Photographer, Artist, Designer, Intellectual Property Rights promoter, Who will give anyone my time of day, Caring about each word you say.
I tend toward the Moderate, Shoot straight down the middle – I love deep, as oceans, wide, Though it has been some years since Someone stood by my side, (All my own;) I can write, edit, publish, design, And you can find me reading Most anytime – my interests Cast wide: run beyond so many lines.
I like going fast – but enjoy Doing things right, taking my time, It is never unusual my words rhyme; I have lived the bad and the swell, More often, I choose good as better… I love so much, so many, And intensely dislike division – I am a U.S. Marine Mom, An American, I will stand; my colors shall not run.