Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Did I do, all I could do?
The old front door, simple marks and dates of each child height. Kind memories for a man seeking peace. Dear Lord, Did I do all, I could do, in the time I was given?
My eyes had become weaker, old mind struggling to remember and I know. I can’t quit yet. I know every new day is a blessing. Each days I can go to the bus-stop at 3 pm. Always a pleasure to see my three grandsons. Running, laughing and having fun.
Lord of life and death. I know I did some and I need to do more. Thank you for the new day. I do appreciate.