Home Town – Memories, Friends, and Observations

LIFE IS LIKE A DREAM

Ahead were only dreary, boring days and years of waiting to get “old.” There was nothing new to do nor places to see or ROADS to travel.

The view was recalling a MEMORY.
It was taking me back
to a time in my life
of great happiness and joy.

Trying to navigate the unfamiliar left hand turn at a cross section,
I didn’t see the traffic light.
It was blinking red, apparently.

The older you grow the greater is your responsibility toward life, society, and the two people who created you, your Mother and Father.

When lilac bushes appear in a vacant field,
we know an old Michigan farm
once stood nearby.