I like old people that look old
and young people that look young
Concepts that are original
laughter and fun
I like faces that show character
and faces that show hope
The wrinkles hard earned
youth and spirit elope
I like things that mesh quietly
and fit into place
Ideas that break barriers
reinventing my space
I like old people that look old
and young people that look young
And the bridge built between them
—where memories can run
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
Filling My Words
Filling my words with music
the moment took off and flew
All heaven to await its arrival
the Angels and Sirens in view
Filling my words with song
their spirit released once again
The devil to cover his ears
—the past and future in sin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
Only For You
My eyes overloaded
my tongue in duress
—I have to say I love you in a poem
Time of no consequence
my heart in distress
—as my pen becomes timeless and flowing
This moment is yours
its memory mine
—as the lines are unspoken but true
To tell you just once
what forever I’ll feel
—in these words written only for you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
Your Eyes Still Closed
You left me fifty years ago
but I still write to you today
Feeling those things that never age
as my thoughts have turned to gray
You walked out never looking back
and left me standing there
My heart in pieces, the future gone
with no one left to care
New days have come, old days have gone
the seasons change and weave
But in every memory I see your face
—your eyes still closed to me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)