Freedom

Does freedom have a smell Can itโ€™s odour be detected Or is it clean and odour free Something that you only feel A thing thatโ€™s indivisible The heart and soul of a people Who are bold and proud and free

Old Bones

I know Iโ€™m growing older My bones they tell me so It isnโ€™t something I dread After all the option is to be dead They say Iโ€™m aged and Iโ€™m done Should admit defeat gracefully Move aside make room for the young And simply, gracefully move on I have news for those doomsayers The thing…Read more »