Remember Being Young

Certain pleasure existed as we ran

Throughout our homes as lovely children plan.

Life for youngsters and forever designs

By freedom and love, and wonderful signs.


Pure concept of love is not tangible

We measure lives by those we find able,

Who fill our hearts with memory and sage

That certain nature of gathering age.


When now in the years that fly an august

Reminds our lives of the balance we just

Hope will return our innocence, and free

Binds that fear God’s plan in the now, as we


Bid adieu faithful prayer of our elders

Who guide our lives with passion’s, forever

Moral Fiber

I was very young

when they introduced me to


That they might believe a word

could erase my innocence

that they

is a descriptive word at all is disturbing

A generalization

A way to not take


That moral fiber

might be discussed,

is a question we tend to avoid

when the going gets …

awkward silence