As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?

Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Life doesn't revolve around youIt revolves around those you love

Thankful another tomorrow greetsAs I drink from cup of time And prepare to lock the door behind meand leave it to others

When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time

There is nothing to fearFrom your reflection

Your words on the screen are my color palette I dip my brush into your words and paint youOn the sky, on the ceiling, on the snow; on the tabletOf things eternal : love truth beauty happiness

Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness

Each day is always breaking out anew Aspirations swirling round what you do

We learn and grow Always building on what we know

subway stations...passengers who token through life

If you build it well, a satisfaction comesAn honor to say I built that with fidelity,Purpose, value and integrity

Save your golden days as time goes byBefore golden years expire

We are philosophers of our timeFloating in the moon's evening glow

Time is passing : not leaden steppingBut sprinting on winged feet,Quick silver slipping by.

God is my supermanI tug on his cape:

Your kiss swallows meAnd engulfs my very soul

Your laughter : the drugThat cures my emotional infection

You read my words and instantly we are both connected

I tend the flowers of my mindWatering our memories as they bloom

She is a smile in the dark

I'd keep your beauty timeless. like a flower pressed in a book, yesI wouldn't let it fade Folded in the chapters of my mind

You have been the pillowI lay my weary soul upon

As the sun sinksIt casts that silver bridgeAcross the lake

May your union be filled with loveAnnealed by passion Built on a strong foundation And tempered by time

I guess she was a life line Sewing our family fabric togetherFrom me to dad to herGave me a sense of continuity Especially when my daughter was bornAs she was slipping away

Fathers and daughters have a special bond. She is always daddy's little girl.

Just that sons and fathersAre like mirrors and daughters are soft

I'm the cover of a book,Whose pages are still being written

Through the dark night chasing the morning lightThat headlight streaming white through the night

In the wind that ruffles through the treesI can find thoughts of you whispering to me

Had I known how sweet they wereI would have saved more of these memories

I've sent you roses many times. I've held your hand in mine

But you are still you I'm still meAnd we are still we

Always enjoyed a smile with dimplesBut time adds wrinkles to the smile

The moon blows kisses to the evening primrose

SnowWhile falling it hides your passageWhen finished it documents your path

Seems hats have been on topOf all the stages comings and goingsHelping us remember heroes and idols

Six guns rattling rattling boom boom boomWords and flags folding, folding, foldedThe knell tolls ding ding ding ding ....

At the morning's PowerPoint It's full of unique bullet points

Dot dash dotClouds in the skyMorris code

Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring

Alcohol is good at disinfecting things It can clean a surface or erase memories