Seeing Things

I had you pegged

As someone I knew

Had all the hard facts

Yet, no more than a few

The years came and went

We grew side by side

You fell in the shadows

I stuck by my pride

Till understanding revealed

There’s a hidden agenda

Is there something wrong?

Was it I who offended?

All those times, insecure,

You’d curl up in a ball

And then I’d back away

To avoid a great fall

Hints you gave softly

Not entirely wasted

Just stored away till

God’s wisdom I tasted

How His flowers do bloom!

Some quickly, some slowly

There’s more to you...but,

Is there more than just me?

The Good Ole Days

She brushes her dark hair

Midday shadows on the wall

Will the wait never end?

Doesn't know what she wants yet

But won't stop till she gets it


Tired of thinking

Can't decide what to do next

Outside the window

Things are going on

Don't understand most of it

What's it got to do with me?

Muggy day is uncomfortable

Would sleep but not tired


He thinks about her sometimes

Never solving the mystery

But now the mind is rested again

So it's off to another adventure

Surely she's fine, just as she is