funny, today I'm
an old man
and I'm looking back,
at the things I left behind
and wondering how I survived
when so many others did not.
sometimes when I go inside,
when I reach deep inside
...my soul? is that my soul?
or just memories?
anyway, sometimes I find things
I didn't know where there,
a collage of faces, places, and promises
from my past.
I'm amazed at the flow,
once the reminiscence is turned on.
the spirit of "The Venice West" LIVES!
or as Bill Margolis said;
"...you TOUCHED me,...& thanx"...
from down
under
winter
the night was cold,
but I survived
hot water bottle
by my side
( a lone man's bride)
morning
brings warmth
sun on my skin
life is mine
I smile
(a lone man's reward)
