I was digging around in my files and found a couple of poems I wrote in high school…thought it might be fun to post them. Enjoy….or not 
The Passion of Death
Fires burning down below,
Can you see its amber glow?
Can you feel its heat,
Gently burning at your feet?
Do you know anything about,
What happens when the fire goes out?
The Old Man and Me
Hearing aid turned up to loud,
old man rocks his
musty chair-
I, jabbering,
assemble Legos
Chair rocks,
I build blocks
What lurks in the depths of your closet of life? Gotta be more then skeletons…perhaps a few gems or something that can be polished? Dig around and find out!
