Life is
just just’s
just for
a while
just because
and naturally
it’s just
a wheelchair
some people
think that
what’s important
is the
thing that’s
talked about
whereas I’m
a believer
of the
just’s for
the just’s
give time
for another
to adjust
to the
startling thing
Category: Family
Casserole
There are good
days and bad
and a whole
lotta in betwens
that blend together
like some kind
of baked casserole
using up remains
of something else
we seem to
remember when first
we tasted it
but as meals
go so does
much of life
eventually becoming leftovers
and then goulash
dreams become reality
feeding the hordes
OldAndNew
And new is
then old again
and now quickly
quietly becomes then
and so on
and so forth
goes this life
until old is
and old does
and the new
that now was
becomes the then
that old is
BushelBasket
So many people
for some reason
or for another
prefer to live
in the same
damp dark comfortable
life that they
made for themselves
and then behave
like a broken
record playing the
same old tired
song to anyone
who will listen
leave them under
their bushel basket
and turn your
light onto those
who are willing
and happy to
step into it
NowIt’sOnlyMe
And now every
day I do
myself before I
do anything else
I have learned
at this late
stage in life
that I and
not others never
any others is
the one constant
I have been
and always will
be the only
one who will
ever put me
to bed and
who will ever
be there when
I do awaken
and only then
when I do
sleep my last
time will I
see the only
other one who
has been there
from the beginning
my Heavenly Father
and He will
welcome me home
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 