Sinners go to hell.

Some say that the military isn’t deserving of health benefits, and if they get them then they should pay for them, but I say they earned the rights to those benefits by putting themselves on the line for us, without just compensation for time and overtime!

What awaits us at the end?

Where life leads up, we will never know…until we hit infinity.

Short, rhyming poem.

Borrowed time doesn’t feel like your own.

A poem about our nations economy, the working poor, poverty and lack of jobs, medical care and more while the one percent won’t pay their fair share. Revised from a poem I wrote March 5th, 1976 titled, Family man blues, and updated to a more modern version.

In the midst of April, there comes a day of reckoning with the IRS.

I pay for her mistakes.

It is no longer fun.