kneel9er
11-17-2007, 06:04 AM
I am old now, Performance gone by the wayside
My chair the place most sought
But as I sit, secure in my life though it now most passed by
I see my memories, strung straight as a violin string,
from me to the moon;
each waiting for
a flicker in the eye,
a scent to waft up the nostril,
a tinkle in the ear,
a waft of wind across my skin,
and even the slender thread of spit in my mouth as
Each one is renewed, I re-live, as I remember
and give thanks
for Life and Courage and Love
and most of all
for Others.
kneel9er
My chair the place most sought
But as I sit, secure in my life though it now most passed by
I see my memories, strung straight as a violin string,
from me to the moon;
each waiting for
a flicker in the eye,
a scent to waft up the nostril,
a tinkle in the ear,
a waft of wind across my skin,
and even the slender thread of spit in my mouth as
Each one is renewed, I re-live, as I remember
and give thanks
for Life and Courage and Love
and most of all
for Others.
kneel9er