My Poems

Too Late

What once was silver and gold

Is now just plain old rust

I look to the sky

But all I see are clouds all grey and heavy 

Ready to burst 

I look at the papers I once kept

But now they are nothing but scraps and dust

I look to you and see you are no longer 

Who you once were

I realize now that I was too late

I’m too late 

Just too late!

Freedom 

Freedom is flying

And daring to fall.

Freedom is being able to go

Wherever you may want

Freedom is souring

Being able to search

Being able to run and jump

And being able to look, soar and search

Freedom is being able to be who you are 

And allows you to follow your true deep down dreams 

That are in your heart