No time to waste Just smile and be Smile and be happy All else is passing cloud
Your changing bag (A yellow rucksack) Contains all the memories Of your baby months: The size you were The clothes you wore The way you smiled The way you cried The way you lay And laughed And danced. It's... Continue Reading →
Today I turned a corner And found the shoes That I wore yesterday Still looking good But my soul worn through, A mile from where I left them Perhaps tomorrow My reflection will smile And I will smile... Continue Reading →
Oh! To be my daughter's golden smile That steals my time (not knowing what it is), Till I (the child) sit, timeless, on the shore: My thoughts all falling from my hands: Meaningless, confetti-ed glass.
Happy He: He never smiles, He only beams.
Waxing Poet, Waxing Poetical 