Birth is but an entrance,
We have been here before.
Death is like an exit,
Going through the back door.

Every time we are born,
Everything seems so new,
But like bees in a hive,
We know just what to do.

We are all sojourners,
Who came from inner space,
Occupying bodies,
Within this human race.

The mission is to live
Life as an observer;
Many stops on a trip,
The journey, forever.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine, Spring 2020)

While I have been here for awhile,
Through it all, I still can smile.
Thinking about where I have been,
No difference between now and then.

History, in endless books of pages,
Is only a moment in all the ages.
As drops of rain go pitter patter,
Every fallen sparrow does matter.

All are one and one is all,
As we hear the animals call.
Different entities all the same.
Living life is one big game.

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal August 6, 2016)

You may need a doctor,
Or you may need a nurse.
Health is but an obstacle
In the physical universe.

You may have to tie your shoes
With the shoestrings in a knot.
One more thing to overcome,
Inside this universal plot.

You may have some ice cream,
Melting all over your hand.
You may have to walk for miles,
Across a dry desert of sand.

You may have to dig a hole
To get to the water below.
You may have to weather rain,
Trudge through drifts of snow.

You may have to fly above
The mountains way up high.
You may go from here to there,
Never stopping to wonder why.

You may have to row a boat,
Or pedal a bike down the street.
You may have to smile and wave
At some of the folks you meet.

You may have to hold a job,
Whatever it takes to get by.
You may have a broken heart,
As tears fall when you cry.

You may have to climb a hill,
Wade barefoot across a creek.
You may have to carry a load,
Even though you may feel weak.

You may have to eat some food
So your body can digest it.
Your body functions as a tube,
Sometimes you may detest it.

You may have to throw a punch,
Fight against your fellow man.
You may even jump and stomp,
All to kick his ass if you can.

You may drop an atom bomb,
Use a gun to blow people away.
It happens often on this planet,
Causing many to hope and pray.

You may have to climb a tree
To obtain a better view.
You may fall from the tree and die
And that will be the end of you.

As you move on down the road,
Remember, it could be worse.
As we find so many obstacles,
In this physical universe.

If you should live too long,
You may just end up dying,
And if you can stay strong,
You may avoid the crying.

What happens on the way,
All of this is up to you.
Whatever you may say,
May all of it ring true.

Be truthful unto yourself,
So said some ancient bard.
Put the heartaches on a shelf,
And it may not be so hard.

Start the day with a smile.
There is no need to frown.
Breathe the air for awhile.
Watch the sun shine down.

Feel the warmth of the sun,
Look high into the sky,
And know we all are one.
You are the reason why.