We all get older.

A story about a person who closes the world away with their walls.. .

Imagine hearing voices from a bottle asking for someone to set the voice free?

Just a rhyme.

I am the ghost from your dreams.

Humorous poem about a man who is no spring chicken.

My feelings haven’t changed a single bit for my man even after all these years.

Bitter people hurt themselves the most.

With regards…

Reflections on retirement and how some of us just may not be able to do it.