Man often thinks he can go at it alone
Living in a world unto himself
Never knowing or seeking, reaping what he has sown
Placing all emotions upon the shelf

Going thru existence, emotions in check,void of feelings, locked in a vault
Full of gentleness, kindness, love, humility, and respect
Seeking self- satisfaction, all others at fault

Friends for amusement, always for props
A vicious cycle that never stops
On a merry-go-round, but never a brass ring
Round and round it never stops for anyone or anything.

But when the merry-go-round ride has ended
And it becomes time to step down
He stands alone, No voices, No sounds
Looking around he finds a lifetime of envy
And pride, but no one to share or touch by his side
Never knowing that a man’s fulfillment in life
Doesn’t mean much without the feminine touch
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“No man is an island
Entire of itself”
John Donne

As age quickly descends a curtain closing the end of day
I reflect on the moments spent in childhood at play
A longing to return home a place where my dreams always seem to roam

The smells of the burning autumn leaves
The smells of the kitchens thru the open windows
The sight of the iceman, the vegetable wagon, the shoemaker with his rolled up sleeves
The smell of the city buses as they roll on by
The mothers with their supper cry
Are cherished thoughts of days gone by

We’d sit on the stoop cloaked in innocent youth, dare not a care in the world
Our thoughts always the same
Our lives lived for only just that moment
A childhood game
We shared each other’s desires
We shared each other’s thoughts
A closeness everyone sought
Nothing it seemed could break the bond of that friendship we so depended upon
A lasting that enveloped our days and nights
Never was there a moment of doubt that we would ever be without

But time could be rewarding,or time could be cruel everyone has to play by the rules
Puberty robs us of our innocent play, as life entraps us in so many ways
Looking thru bars, as fate leads us on ,fate is all we have to depend upon
Our destiny mapped out in the soul of our being
Predestination is what our tired eyes are seeing
Born into nurturing arms, living to survive, all that God should be glorified

As age quickly descends a curtain closing at the end of day
I reflect on the moments spent in childhood at play
Though friends are gone, all to the grave, our destinies our traveled on roads forever paved
For somewhere in eternity we will share each other’s desires share each other’s thoughts
A closeness everyone sought
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“I never had friends later on
Like the ones I had
When I was twelve,
Jesus,does anyone?”

The last words of  Gordie on his computer
“Stand by me”(1986)

They say that make-believe love is for the very young
To pretend is reserved for the child
To imagine love at an early age will only
Last for a while

If age be questioned, then ageless I will be
To pretend is a necessary part of my reality
To deny, I would surely be amiss
And I’d be left only with a phantom kiss

Good morning Mr. “C”
I wasn’t expecting you today
I suppose I wasn’t expecting you at all
I was unprepared for your arrival
I’ll set a plate for you, sit for a trifle

Good morning Mr. “C”
When I was told you were here
I was taken by surprise and fear
I never expected you would call
I never expected it at all

Good morning Mr. “C”
My life will change as you well know.
You have to stay that’s what I’ve been
Told
I know you’ve come to live with me
And never more will I be free

Good morning Mr. “C”
It’s been difficult having you hanging
Around. Having your shadow no matter
Where  I’m found
My life will no longer  be the same
But on whom do I place the blame?

Good morning Mr. “C”
Birth and death happen to us all
I have no part in that decision
God makes that determination, not
You Mr. “C”.
Stay as long as you like. Would
You mind passing me the tea?