Hollow
Contributed by Charles Dean Walker
Hollow, nothing there.
See emptiness here.
Dark black hole.
Sinking in black.
Angel wings don’t carry.
That is attached.
Face in mirror.
Nobody looks back.
Everything’s black.
Little line of gray.
How are you today?
Golden Years
Contributed by Shirley G. Platt
Come a little closer, dear,
And wipe away the tear;
Cast aside all the fears
Approaching the golden years.
‘Tis time to free your heart to sing
And some joy, to others, gladly bring;
A time for your fragrance, everywhere,
To permeate the air!
Now when all is said and done,
And you’re in view of the setting sun,
You’ll have walked the path, oh, so sweet,
Knowing that the lovely tapestry is complete!
