What is wrong with the world today, with everything messed up, topsy-turvy, and backwards?

I will face things standing tall.

The choice ours.

It is a waste of time.

Over time we discover our strengths.

This is a little bit of humor, about the process of reaching old age.

You were not fit to be my man.

This is a poem about bad memories.

This writing is a thought that came to me. For some reason I really don’t understand, they usually ends up rhyming.

An Unfinished Story.