As It Goes

the leaves are spotted
brown and black
the stem is long and narrow
at its base a crocus blooms
a branch leans towards the sun

the pot is black
the soil is brown
it used to be my fathers
like the man whose time is spent
the plant looks old and barren

the old mans face
is grey and worn
his body bent and sorrowed
at his feet a young boy stands
with eyes that see tomorrow

Robert
2013

Lifes Too Short

I started writing this years ago and debated whether I would post it. We have all lost someone special in our lives...this is for that person.



Last time I saw her she was walking out the door
How was I to know I'd see her no more

Now I'm all alone with nowhere to go
Life's too short and I'm too slow

Last time we spoke you had flowers in your hair
You were telling me how life was so unfair

Now you are gone and I'm all alone
Life's too short and I just sit here at home

Last time you came to me I was lying in my bed
You were beautiful as a vision in my head

Now I'm all alone with no one to love
Cause you're an angel flying high above

I pray to God every day down on my knees
That maybe one day you'll come back to me

It hurt so bad when I heard that you were gone
Life's too short to spend it all alone



Robert