MY SECRET

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.

I want to look at water & not towers.

Colors to brighten my day.

A place where birds come to play.

I walk to the end of the pier.

I gaze into the depths without fear.

I watch the fish swimming by,

Not monsters lurking nearby.

Allow time to pass slowly and be savored.

Whoever comes this way will be favored.

I think it’s only prudent and fair

To share my secret with those who care.

MY SECRET

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.

I want to look at water & not towers.

Colors to brighten my day.

A place where birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.

I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.

I will see fish swimming by.

Not monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.

Whoever comes this way will be favored.

I think it’s only prudent and fair

To share my secret with those who care.

MY SECRET

MY SECRET 

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whomever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

PARADISE HAS A NAME

A walk down the pier.

Don’t have any fear.

I won’t push you in.

See my happy grin.

Paradise has a name.

It’s called The Dead Game.

It lures tourists to its shore.

For some fun and so much more.

THE DEAD GAME

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A MEMORY

"Take a long walk on a short pier"
was my father's favorite line.
Assuming he wanted to get rid of me,
I walked away.
Hurt.
We weren’t close.
We never talked.
But he could have been sharing with me.
His love of the sea.
A Marine in World War II,
he loved boats and the sea.
Now when I look at the ocean,
I think of him.

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I'll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it's only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

A STEP INTO THE UNKNOWN

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A STEP INTO THE UNKNOWN

My last step.
My last day.
My last breath.
Will it be like
stepping off a pier?
Will I be alone?
Or with friends and family?
I want it to be brief.
A step forward into the unknown.
One minute, present on earth.
The next minute, on a new plane.
In a new dimension.
A new adventure.

WALK WITH ME MY LOVELY

Follow me my lovely
down the path by the river.
Together we shall explore
the quiet and solitude.
No one to bother us.
No noise to startle us.
Only the lapping of
the water against the pier.
We will walk together
to unknown adventures.
We will see what life
may hold for us.
Too bad you are just a ghost.
A shadow of your former self.
But we will still be together.
Forever.

TAKE A WALK

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When my father used to tell me to take
a long walk on a short pier,
I had a picture like this in mind.
Maybe he wasn’t trying to get rid of me,
but pointing me in the right direction.
He was telling me to open my mind
and look out at the water.
He loved the ocean with its changing
moods and colors.
Now when I look out at the ocean, I think of him.