REMEMBER ME

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Sleep my pretty bird.

I won’t say a word.

Just rest your weary eyes.

Then we say our goodbyes.

Soon you will fly away to heights

As you drift through the days and nights.

Your new badge of freedom

You’ll wear in your kingdom.

But always remember me

As the one who set you free.

REMEMBER THE JOURNEY

 

Remember the journey.

Not its end point.

Not its goal.

But the struggle to achieve it.

Look ahead into the distance.

Remember what’s key.

Remember the journey.

For future adventures.

For future battles.

Remember the journey.

WHO AM I?

 

 

 

Who am I?

Who was I?

A man.

A woman.

A doctor.

A soldier.

Maybe a murderer.

Does it matter?

Does it matter anymore?

We all end up the same.

Underground.

Buried.

But it is how we are

remembered

that matters.

Our memory lingers on.

Be remembered as a

doctor,

soldier,

or murderer.

It’s your choice.

REMEMBER

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I have to keep reminding myself that I’m writing what I feel and not what some reviewers think I should feel.

I must stop changing my words to suit everyone.

I must remember this as I write my second book.

As I write my thoughts and my feelings.

My own words.

My own thoughts.

My own feelings.

I’ve learned a lot along the way. 

I have to learn to believe in myself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONLY A MEMORY

 

 

A fireworks display burns bright

For a short time before flickering out.
Leaving no trace of itself behind,
Only a memory of its fading glory.
Such is our time on earth.
It can be short and sweet.
It can be sad and painful.
A brief time to leave our mark behind.
We must use this time wisely.
Make it dramatic.
Make it memorable.
Make it everlasting.

THE SIMPLE LIFE


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We forget to have fun.

We forget to enjoy life.

We forget the beauty

and the simplicity

of everyday life.

It is full of color

and adventure.

Watch the children.

They don’t forget.

They don’t forget to smell the flowers

or have fun with life.

Be a child for a day.

THE JOURNEY

Remember the journey.

Not its end point.

Not its goal.

But the struggle to achieve it.

Look ahead into the distance.

Remember what’s key.

Remember the journey.

For future adventures.

For future battles.

Learn to live by it.

A FLEETING MEMORY

Those precious words,

“Mommy, pick me up.”

Who hasn’t heard them?

The young voice.

The little squeak of pleasure

once you bend down.

The happy little face

gazing up at you.

Remember it.

Enjoy it.

Savor it.

For soon it will only

be a fleeting memory.

WEB OF LIES

web

Have you ever been caught

in a web of your own deceit?

A web of lies that grew

out of control.

One lie leading to the next.

So much easier to be truthful.

No lies to remember.

Easier on your brain and on others.

Stick to the truth or

be stuck in your own web.

THE VIEW FROM ABOVE

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The view from above.

People appear small,

tiny specks in the universe.

Cars are in constant motion.

Everyone is in a hurry,

going around in endless circles.

Going to work, and later

going back home.

Taking elevators up

and then down again.

What’s the hurry?

We all live the same lives.

We live and then we die.

Does it matter where we had

hurried around in between?

All that matters are

who we leave behind.

For these are the only

ones who will remember

that we had been here.

And why we had been here.