Sunday, October 4, 2009


Lives wander to and fro,
Always in ways that makes one grow.

Following both straight and meandering paths,
Most with a purpose, some lacking perhaps.

Places, people, minds, and words,
Some so sensible, some absurd.

Lessons learned, lessons lost,
Some are fun, some will cost.

Some force sideways,
Some a straight line,
Some are his, some are mine.

Experiences stirring smoldering coals,
Attracting magnets still in our souls.

Every moment's purpose lay,
Never discount any day.

Laughter, love, and blessings flow,
All and more are at our door.

Time passes on as it always will,
Pushing us forward, wiser still.

Ralph and I are home,
Moving on, moving on.