Trains

Clackity clack... Clackity clack...
Beats the rhythm of the track.
Trekking deep into the night,
Straight on through to morning light.

Whether freight or passenger,
The message is the same to her.
"Just keep rolling, moving on.
Dawn to dust... Dusk 'til dawn."

The fate of nations on her back.
Clackity clack... Clackity clack.

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The Innocence of a Child

Hate unlearned, Selfishness applying to
An empty bottle, nothing more.
No fear unless the inner ear
Perceives a sense of falling.
All else unlearned,
A block of clay
All moistened, primed for molding.

Wide eyed child of innocence
Breathe the air of youthfulness.
Soon the world will beat a path
To rob you of your freedom.
Lessons come in many sizes
Shapes and forms. Who knows the package?
Circumstance and happenstance
Are strange professors, guiding all.

May your teacher be compassion.
May your lesson be the truth.
May your heart be always open
As it was in unlearned youth.

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Growing Older

No one likes to do it.
Some will fight in bitter rage.
Most deny its' onset.
But none escape the wrath of age.

A pathway which leads forward;
No backward trails to trek.
He moves in one direction,
Demanding our respect.

No dawdling, no lingering
Or laughing in his face.
No stopping by the wayside.
He demands a steady pace.

He brings on many changes
In us as well as others.
He makes our souls seek common goals.
In time, he makes us brothers.

And if we take it gracefully,
Embrace him to the end,
We can make him our companion.
He can become our friend.

No one likes to do it.
But all must acquiesce.
The creature, age,
The teacher, age,
We all must pass his test.

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Fashionably Late: The Sid Series Review

Fashionably Late: The Sid Series Review

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Have you lost your mind?

Make up? You say you want to make up.
You’re telling me you didn’t mean to be so unkind.
Wake up! After such a fiery breakup
I think we need a little shakeup.
Baby, have you lost your mind?

You and me are like fire and ice.
We can’t exist together.
We’ve been angry since the day we met.
For us to try and see it through
And brave the stormy weather
Would only bring us oceans of regret.

Move on. It’s time for us to move on.
Let our story play out to the end
And let it unwind.
But you say you want to keep us both in play,
Try to find another way.
Baby, have you lost your mind?

There’s no need to disagree.
The answer should be crystal clear.
I don’t know why you can’t see
The only way we should go from here.
But there you stand with your heart in hand
And I am trying hard to find
The words to make you understand the truth…
Baby, have you lost your mind?


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Comments Anyone?

Please leave a sarcastic or critical comment hereabout my cousin, Yvonne Perry. She deserves it. She's making the rest of the family (except me) feel like underachievers as she flits about on her blog tour for her new book, The Sid Series. You see what she's done to my blog already.
Go ahead, I dare you to leave a comment under this post. I'm sure she'll be by to check on it sometime today.

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