In a bubble, soft and clear, I float through life, restrained by fear. My heart, it yearns to break away, Yet shadows bind me, night and...

Mary had a little goat, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The goat was sure to go. In the '60s she did roam, A...

In the lazy afternoon's soft glow, I find a spot where thoughts can just hang out, Where whispers of my mind can ebb and flow, And I can...

In the quiet of their days, they bicker and they spar, Each word a sharpened jest, a playful, tiny scar. Through life's tumultuous waves,...

In the echo of my sixties, I find a golden dawn, A time when love and peace adorned each day that shone. The spirit of that era, alive...