These Days Poem by Mountain Man

These days so treacherous & few,
a day spent with so many thoughts of
friends long gone.
I remember grandpa saying, 'If you think these days are bad, there's nothing
worse than living through the dirty thirties! '
My mind goes back to the Christmases of the past.
Thinking boy have I missed something.

Maybe some day I'll get this life's meaning.
But over & out life's been not bad this far.

As this spirit of kindness comes over me.
A state of grace takes place.
Place your dreams in the hands that made you.
You are my forever
GOD.