I tend to
Build new relationships
On the shoulders
Of old ones
As though my
Love is a
Seven layer cake
With the sweetest
Filling at the
Bottom not because
It’s the best
Just the first
Upon which all
Others are measured
I tend to
Build new relationships
On the shoulders
Of old ones
As though my
Love is a
Seven layer cake
With the sweetest
Filling at the
Bottom not because
It’s the best
Just the first
Upon which all
Others are measured
I have discovered
That in life
We attract what
We are it’s
Called human harmony
If one is
Mean one attracts
Meanness if one
Is kind kind
Comes forth human
Harmony therefore is
Completely up to
You and rests
On your shoulders
Living life out
Here on the
Skinny branches is
Reserved for only
Three types of
People those about
To take flight
Those willing to
Fall and those
Whose songs are
The sweetest and
And heard teetering
The rest huddle
In their nests
Close to home
I have learned
In my long
Life that people
Cross my path
Some for a
While and some
For a moment
Neither is better
Just different just
Like the seasons
I enjoy them
Each of them
For the time
That they’re here
Today during these
Short days of
Winter I remember
Those long shadowed
Days of summer
Particularly that one
Late summer evening
When you rested
Your head in
My lap while
I smoked a
Cigar and we
Simply looked at
Each other as
Though we were
Seeing the other
For the first
Time neither of
Us knowing then
That like summer
Winter would soon
Befall even us