

The old man dreamsWhen we were youngIn a world full of funWe played long in the sunRoly-poly bumps and runWe… READ MORE
I’ve walked a hard rocky roadI’ve been carrying a heavy loadI’ve walked many roadsMy life been a stumbling climbMany lonely… READ MORE
Beneath moonlit sky,River flows with gentle grace,Whispers to my soul. Patient fishermen and RodsSilhouette against the dawn,Casting dreams with hope.… READ MORE
Echoes of Lost Friendship In the silent chambers of my heart, a friend is lost, a pain so deep,In the… READ MORE
A Ghazal Poem Whiskers in Twilight — My Feline Friend In the quiet halls, echoes the name, dear Fagan, lost… READ MORE
Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be
The Future You Create
The future waits in quiet clay,
Shaped by the hands that work today.No distant star can chart your way,
Like choices made along the day.Each step becomes tomorrow’s view,
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
The future lives in what you do.