Poem: With Age

I’ve been counting candles
So long I’ve lost track of the years
That grow long like my shadow
Trailing behind me as a cloak
Obscuring things passed

Poem: Blues Man

His dark and weathered skin
Might be older than the street itself
Deep set eyes that have watched
As ages have come and gone
Fingers swollen with arthritis
Yet they move like a young man’s
When dancing along brass valves

Poem: The Living Part Two

They walk the old boardwalk hand in hand
The first place she asked to go on vacation
Telling him it reminded her of her youth
He agreed wanting to see her smile
Like she used to smile when they first fell in love
Instead he saw sadness in her eyes
And a quietness that reflected past memories
That she still hides from him after all these years