Money is the root of evil This piece of paper rules our lives Do we have enough to live? Do we have enough to give? Some have money to burn Spending cash on frivolities Money for new gold watches Money for pet haircuts and homes People who work all week To go to … Continue reading The Root of Evil – Poem
You smile at me my heart soars You run to me my arms open You are the reason I work, the reason I live I am beyond proud to call you; daughter
You sit there looking at your phone You ignore me when I come over to you You don’t see me when I smile and play You don’t love me as much as you love your phone
This is a story about living with depression. Yet this is not a story about living with depression. It is not me that lives with depression. Yet it is me that lives with depression. Depression does not affect me daily. Yet depression does affect me daily. I am not the one who struggles with depression. … Continue reading A Friend of Depression – Poem
How I dreamed of that band of gold when I was younger My career filled the void left on my finger My friends gained their bands of security and love
I have always been fascinated by poetry and yet never tried to write it. Encouraged by some of the excellent poets in my Facebook Group LINK I thought it was time to try. With this thought in mind, I embarked on the task of learning how to write poetry. I searched every available source and found nothing that would help.