This poem depicts someone who is getting up in age and losing their signs of youth. What was once the image starring back from the mirror is now a different person who has aged. This person is not handling this part of life well and is resentful, but knows it is the natural part of life.

We hear about artificial beauty and natural beauty. Now computers can interprete our minds just as we can interprete people in other languages so that the communication can be established. That is how you can stay on the safe side.

A poem….

(sigh) It’s that time of year, again…

A short poem regarding the nature of war.

The 4th Chapter.

Life’s big commitments have you questioning your ability to deal with them.

There are many stages with grief.

Just letting my style run.

Farts are a natural part of life. But it isn’t pleasant having farts and gas around others, especially people we don’t know in a crowded room or area.