DWINDLING, a poem

Another classmate has gone

a heavenly call from God

or sickly old age

no big difference

now we are dwindling

Yes we were young once

athletic bodies

and such pretty girls

happy were those days

now we are dwindling

What awaits all of us

a chemicalized corpse

in a concrete box

or scattered ashes

an unfettered soul

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QUIET REVELS, a poem

Smiling she steps through

my memory’s door

a slender young woman

bursting with happiness

filling my life with laughter

After three months overseas

she rushes towards me

across Kennedy airport

so stunningly beautiful

filling my life with laughter

In the sundown

of ending age

joyful memories

are quiet revels

filling my life with laughter

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