It’s not just about companionship It goes beyond holding hands I wanted someone to cherish. The old stories talked of chivalry and romance Silly notions too many who read them For me, I desired a mate I to cherish A…
Someone to Cherish
Tag: friends
Crappy Old Cavalier
There are times in your life, when things are going great, but you’re in a transition, and resources are scarce. I am currently in that situation, and look forward to the future. There was has been other times in my…
Where is Waldo?
Recently on Facebook, Connie and I played a game of where is Waldo. It was a fun response to questions we were getting from some of our Facebook friends. It started like this.. The single biggest reason we made the…
Life After Death?
Why do we revere the dead? I have a theory. I think it is all rooted in superstition. We are terrified that our now dead relatives will come back and haunt us if we don’t give them a “proper burial”.…
Connected on Some Level
I have never been very good at keeping in touch with old friends as the years pull our lives in different directions. I was lucky with the few friendships I have maintained over the years, that they were better at…
Las Vegas
Six years of being an over the road truck driver afforded me the opportunity to see all forty eight contiguous states. The vast majority of them I didn’t do anything more than drive through them. For some, that was all…
Life is Fragile
My dream of being a writer has had its fits and starts. When I all but finished my first book, I wrote a couple more short stories, and then didn’t write a word for ten years. I was done with…
No Such Thing
I lay here listeningTo a song from long ago My eyes are closedSleep is just a shot away But your words haunt meMake me realize my mistake How I made you believeI could complete your life Make you live happily…
Best Friend
As a child growing up in family that moved often, long lasting permanent friendships did not develop. There were play mates, class mates, kids you hung out with, but friendship required trust and mutual respect. If those things existed, then…
Yesterday’s Friends
As we get older, we take inventory of our lives. During this reflection, we find holes created by those people who have slipped into our past. Someone else cannot fill these holes. It’s not that these holes are painful, or…