Hear Me

When we cry for help

Does the world hear us crying

Why doesn’t it help us.

My Blessing

I travel through my life

Blessed, with my love of my life

I enjoy pure Love

We saw a parade.

Not-late comers blocked our view.

Early means sucker.

Take a look at me;

I am all relationships;

Without I don’t exist;

The wind is blowing;
What does it have to tell us;
It is disturbing;

I worked for San Jose

They promised me a pension

Now it is in question