Pots and pans 
cups and saucers
hand me downs 
and long forgottens 
make their way
back to being 
new when in
the eager hands
of those without 
be it heirlooms 
or even tools
the old things 
tend to bring 
the treasured glory 

Gratitude is 
my attitude 
thanks I
do bank
and blessings 
are my 
window dressings 
these things 
abundantly ring
and remind 
me to 
be mindful 

Having broken free
from the continent 
some time ago 
I had drifted 
until at last
upon some reef
unforeseen I stopped 
and there I
became an island 
an observer of 
oceans and those 
who sailed upon 
alone not lonely 
for I whole 
took when left
what I needed 
and found what 
I’d always wanted 
my little place 
in the sea

Loss of youth 
maketh the man 
you can’t be 
young forever unless 
you’re Peter Pan
therefore age with
grace and count
your blessings for 
years may mount
and time will 
go but memories 
come no doubt 

About to head 
into the kitchen 
putting the roast
into the oven 
boiling some taters
on the stove 
but I wanted 
to take a 
moment and wish 
all men glad 
tidings and peace 
on earth to 
each and everyone 
merry Christmas Eve