When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
This Morning
This passionate morning
Being With You
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
Love Is...
I believe that love is loyalty.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
It Feels Like A Lifetime Ago
Feels like a lifetime ago
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
No More Sadness
It's done and it's over
Inner Peace In Life
The wind whistles past my ears.
Believe It Or Not
What is love?
Brighter Skies
If you awake to one more dreary day,