Sweet & Sour Poems

All my heroes are dead Nothing remaining in their stead Breathing life from a time ago It was a time I will never know My mind traces their notes It was a time different than now Time was simpler and less sophisticated Unlike now where everybody is suffocated Homes, jobs, debt Life being at times a woeful bet Now things are changing Everybody stopping to spend and spend Perhaps we have seen the end End to greed, end to superficiality Could there exist such a banality? Who knows? Are we victims of life and its throes? Only then can we suppose Returning to a simpler life One without strife Those heroes of long ago Perhaps they did know When to say "No!" What we reap is what we sow Along those lines I will go

Body numb, coughing some Mid-winter colds are always a joy! Just always in time to annoy Advil, Alka-Seltzer, Tylenol All claim to provide relief Actually subduing my grief The relief is oh so brief In a few days I should be fine No point to sit and whine Feeling better will be divine

Sit alone and stare into the sky Looking at creation and wondering why? Why are we here? Why did God create the world? What was He thinking? What does He see? God wants us to be free He wants us to see How the world is beautiful Life is what you make it Only have one chance to make it Certainly do not want to fake it God wants us to be free God is love Love is God