Do you have enough stories,
have you told enough tales
Is your life overflowing,
with a need to regale
Have the roses you’ve smelled,
lined your heart or your mind
Is the path that you’ve chosen,
ahead or behind
Is your life worth a novel,
or even a poem
Are the years all connected,
or scattered and broken
If you leave only money,
or fortune, or fame
The last chapter unwritten
—and lost in refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)
To Call From Within
Each mind is a filter…
the wheat from the chaff
Each vision dissected,
to cry or to laugh
Each chance in the moment,
to live or to hide
Each reason a marker,
to vow or belie
Each leaf that has fallen,
the price that we’ve paid
Each morning recalling,
which bed is unmade
Each voice in the distance,
one name on the wind
Each memory unspoken
—to call from within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)