Yesterdays

My mind will often wander

to how my life was spent

from birth... from morn to evening,

to how I came and went

Then, for a breath, I’ll wonder

before my time is gone

how much was pre-determined…

how much was mine alone?

Drink of Life

My planned spontaneity doesn’t surprise; 
the rose colored glasses don’t cover my eyes 
but all of that matters so little. It’s true 
because of the fortunate presence of you. 

We’ve matching insanities, perfectly synched 
we stare and we stare then together we blink 
Compatible vices, no reasons to hide 
with hearts on our sleeves we will stumble in stride. 

When life gives me lemons, I know what to make, 
I’ve gallons and gallons, I’m filling a lake. 
And wasn’t it fortunate, nearly a sin 
that I should meet one to whom life would give Gin.