2 more poems from May 30,1995

Do you think
Why do we feel?
Sitting around waiting for death.
Why does it not come sooner?
Waiting and feeling.
Anticipating the end.
My life was pretty sweet.
Memory of all who knew me
Still is pretty clear.
One who did nothing important,
But meant something to someone.
Friends look over my grave
Seeing me quiet and peaceful,
Do you think they were asking themselves?
You know the questions I asked all my
Life.
Do you think they wished they could be
Peaceful and Quiet?

Hey Lady
The sun shines bright.
The clouds gleam white
Over the horizon
My dillusions become
Real, my woman stands beside me.
My days can get only better.
My life cannot end,
     My Death cannot happen
Then I notice something,
      Something especially bright,
Brighter than the sun or the
      Harvest moon.
Brighter than snow with the gleaming moon.
What shines this bright?  What have I seen?
My woman's smile.  That smile, that look.
And as it does I can only stare.
Stare at my love's sweet and dear looks.
She makes me so happy and for that
           I Love Her!