All The While Age Has Come

Poems

I know until the day I die I never will have beat the clock But still I ask without reply “Why must you ever tick and tock” And all the while age has come To gloat upon my wrinkled skin That life will quickly death become And cleanse the world of my sin

Sweet Surrender

Poems

With locks of every auburn sun Setting in the western sky Her beauty flows as rivers run To greet the Lillies in July And all the sunlight in the land Reaching far across the skies Seems to rest on every strand And swim the oceans of her eyes And like a single summer’s day Sent…