You touch my hand and I smile at you.
No words are necessary.
When love has been alive and well
for over fifty years,
verbal communication becomes obsolete.
When I am feeling low, your mere touch
can bring me out of darkness
To a blind person, touch and hearing
are two very important senses.
I am not blind nor deaf,
but I can’t imagine a day
without hearing your voice,
or feeling the touch
of your loving hands.
From “Cobwebs From The Attic Of My Mind”
Come. . .Walk A Mile
I passed an old man by the side of the road,
pushing a grocery cart,
filled with all of his worldly goods,
and things that were dear to his heart.
Where was his family, I wondered aloud?
Did he really have no one?
Could there be a daughter alive somewhere,
or perhaps a negligent son?
Had he gotten enough to eat today,
did he manage somehow to stay warm?
And where would he find to sleep tonight,
where he would be safe from harm?
How had he come to this degrading plight,
in the fickle game of life?
Where one day you might be on top of the world,
and the next one is filled with strife.
There’s a lesson right here, I said to myself,
if we’re smart enough to take heed.
For nobody has any guarantee of success
in the life that we lead.
As you lay down to sleep in your warm bed tonight,
after eating a bountiful meal,
say a prayer for the hungry and homeless out there,
as by your bedside you kneel.
For none of us know what tomorrow might bring,
and fate might deal you the part,
of walking a mile in the shoes of the man
I saw pushing the grocery cart.
From “ Cobwebs In The Attic Of My Mind”
Who’s To Blame?
We all tend to blame other people
when troubles cross our path;
and woe to the innocent victim
who’s the target of our wrath.
In reality we don’t have to look very far
to find the answer we seek.
If we kicked the responsible party
we couldn’t sit down for a week!
From “He Who Laughs Last”