On the wings of a butterfly

Our friendship is special
Like the flowers that bloom,
Or when a butterfly emerges
From within its cocoon...

It reminds me of that butterfly,
Loving and free,
Bright and colorful,
For the world to see...We will share sunshine and rainbows;
Sometimes, the rain and the snow;
We'll stand together through it,
While the cold winds blow...

When the time is right,
We won't stop to ask "Why?"
Our friendship will take flight
On the wings of a butterfly ...

Standing at the door

Standing at the door,
dog tags in hand.
About to tell
a loved one about
their loss.

Thinking of how
it could have been me.
Wondering how they
will react.

Reaching up
with heavy hand,
I knock on the door.

Waiting nervously,
I prepare myself
for what's to come.

Wishing anxiously
someone else had come.
Wanting desperately
not to have to
deliver such news.

He gave his life
for this country
that he loved.

Dying so suddenly
without warning.
He never got to say
"Goodbye, my love."

Sadly thinking
how to treat
the wounds
I'm sure to inflict.

Praying for peace
and getting only
a saddened heart.

The only tribute
I can give
is this poem.

His memory
will never fade
from my mind.

His lust
for life
never replaced.

His joy
in his family
and his friends,
never forgotten.

He will
live on
'till the end of time.

He is
one of us,
the unforgotten vet.

old friend

first i was dying to finish my high school and start college

And then i was dying to finish college and start working

Then i was dying to marry and have children

And then i was dying for my children

To grow old enough

so i could go back to work

But then i was dying to retire

And now i am dying .....

and suddenly i realized

i forgot to live

Please don't let this happen to you

Appreciate your current situation

and enjoy each day

.....old friend

To make money we lose our wealth,

and then to restore our health we loose our money...

we live as if we are never going to die,

and we die as if we never lived.....