On the experience of living. Title conveys the message that we must live on purpose; Grown-Ups seldom get "Do-Overs".
Upon being told that I am a poet
Suggested I have my work added
To the local grade school curriculum
meant well but
I think not...
I truly… am not
This is not what I do...
Though I do agree
Who aspires to “Dwell in the possibilities”
And with Mr. Frost
I concur that
“The only way out is through”
Like Dylan I “Do not go gentle into that good night"
That’s not what my poems are made of
Newly Found Love
Children he forgot
Working with what you’ve got
A working man’s hands
A homeless man’s lot
Destruction that genocide wrought
May not always sound nice
But Beloved, it’s life
Life… is what my poems are made of