Remembrance is a gift we do not always want

It is the proximity of death and failure That gives life its precious glow.

they persist

I cannot forget The devastation

A ditch Will make you rich

A black city A white city

Life Isn't A Race, It's a Journey

The kids all want to go fast. As fast as possible. Never letting up, Never slowing down.

These faces before me Warm and happy,

As the coffee was brewing I learned from a book

Oh! Like leaves we touch, we learn. Now and forever we know the story. As winter calls, we will starve But dance will keep us warm.