Think about those worms, that wiggle through the land,
they loosen up the soil, so the roots of plants, can expand,
Those plants give off oxygen, to support life on this earth each day,
When you want, something new in your life,
You must be open, to change,
You can't' just rely on others,
To follow, and rearrange.
We use to be close, always together,
Shared good times, and helped each other, through bad weather.
There were few days, you would see us apart,
We had a friendship that connected, right from the start.
I've been writing seventeen years,
Is it my purpose, in this life,
or am I that board, o'h so dear.
Outlaws from the past, old gray hair men today,
Exploring on Harley Davidson"s, mind entertaining down highways.
Hair blowing in the wind, their noses on the white lines,
I started on this earthly journey, years ago,
I have traveled, A million miles,
With no idea, how many I have left to go.
Meeting people, on both sides of our planet,
Our world seem to produce, more thieves & liars everyday,
they will gain your trust, with their games,
then stab you in the back, as they run away.
How long could you keep others interested,
Discussing, hobbies, personal things you do,
Not those once a year, experiences,
The things you create, build, work on,
As humans we should be the most important creatures, to each other,
in this world today, why are so many homeless, and we let dogs live,
in our homes, and rule the house where they stay.
Standing on the beach,
sand between my toes,
many birds, circling,
flying by so low.