The bus – A Poem

The bus of wisdom beckons all; But few listen or answer its call. On snail rim turtle tires it rolls, As patience’s collector takes toll. Expecting teachings from the Magi, Secret insights of Solomon’s papyri. Instead, granted the sage old legacy, Unpacking one’s suitcase menagerie – To investigate the query – “who am I.”

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean, you should”

Our life’s journey is often defined more by what we choose not to do, than by what we do. I was on my way to the grocery store today and I was waiting to make the left turn from the main street into the grocery mall parking lot. I saw an opening in the seeminglyContinue reading ““Just because you can, doesn’t mean, you should””