I wrote this while reminiscing on my childhood.

Looking back at the pains our grandfathers have – during war crisis.

A traveler with some nights in Arabia.

Autobiographical.

Heavenly body unites with a mere mortal.

Memories…of youth.

As we keep aging, life’s terrain turns sparse, while sceneries that were once eye-catching, begin changing gradually. But we must continue to be up and doing whatever there is left to do, as we look ahead.

About my first car and the quality time it afforded my father and I.

I’m in love with one that listened.

Reminiscing and looking back on my life thinking about the past verses the future and the present.