Boy to Man

by | Apr 28, 2008 | Poetry

The soldier a boy young and brave cares naught but to protect us trained to fight, yet fearful nonetheless wanting to safely come home Caught ‘tween peace and war now a man.

Who are you, with sad eyes?

by | Apr 24, 2008 | Poetry

Do I know who you are? Do I see more than the torn T-shirt? Or the sad smile you give to those passing you by? I’d stop but I’m much too busy with my own daily life of meeting friends for lunch, or rushing to the mall to see what’s on sale. I’d...