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 

I used to 
wait to delay
to decide when
and if and
whether or not 
until that was
I realized that 
no one else 
ever was will
or even would 
that’s when I 
became the priority 
of my life 
and the others 
if they could 
find their way 
to being theirs 

It’s the calm
before the storm 
or the night 
before the battle 
but the beginning 
is frequently better 
than the end 
be it journey 
or war hope 
often blinds logic
but never ever 
stops the bleeding 

Slept in late
still in bed 
the world outside 
it can wait 
it’s too comfy
duvet and pillow 
and fluffy comfort
this downy bait
let’s not forget 
to mention you 
got up early 
my lovely mate
to make coffee 
and start music 
allowing me to 
enjoy the hesitate