My Life
This is a poem about ones journey and what they become in the end, and also how once we die, we cannot do any mistakes, we are so perfect and how most of us yearn to be acknowledged by someone whom we gave our everything to. 4 2025-10-29 Bunny
The Measure of
Seasons
It’s been a rainy couple of days here and leaves now coat my grass. Once I could work eight hours at a time doing yard work. Now three to four is my max. The seasons keep changing as they always have, but I’m slowing down. 3 2025-10-29 Melinda K Zarate