Monthly Archives: January 2013

THE CHIMES

Sometimes. I listen to the chimes that tell our time — that fill the air and note the passing of the hours.   They are reminders of my passing hours — and right now they seem to play a melody … Continue reading

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WHEN MORNING BREAKS

Morning breaks into the eastern sky and I, old man, have not ceased to wonder why I still find fascination in the sun rise.   The world’s agenda seldom mars the pleasure offered each day, though I cannot measure one … Continue reading

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CONFLICTED

When his heart doctor told him to “walk, walk, walk” to help him deal with his life he became an obedient patient.   Later his orthopedic doctor told him to stay off his feet as much as possible.   He … Continue reading

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MEMORY LANE

Down by the sea that I see no more — the sea close to me in my days of yore are waters still lapping a now distant shore.   I miss the sea sounds and I miss the sea sights. … Continue reading

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THE ONE WHO ATTENDS MY DREAMS

Sometimes I tell the one who attends to my dreams what I want to dream about after I go to sleep. Very seldom are my requests fulfilled.   One would think because he lives with me that he would heed … Continue reading

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THE SHRINKING MAN

When I awaken each morning I’m my maximum height and all through the day my shrinking is slight but it adds up to inches when up comes the night.   When I’m asked by a nurse who is writing stuff … Continue reading

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A CODGER’S RECALL

It’s evident that the president will soon begin his second term.   I dig back in memories and I go back to Hoover.   And I recall in the house where I grew up no one felt good concerning  Roosevelt … Continue reading

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A LITTLE BRAGGING

  Get up in the morning and see the sun rise. It usually offers a colored surprise — You’ll love how it glows when it comes to your sky.   Of course, by itself the sun seems impaired. it needs … Continue reading

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ONCE A CHAPLAIN

Some of them were in the hallway sitting in wheel chairs. Many of them were bent somehow and seemingly unappealing. A few could not leave their rooms: bedridden, perhaps for years.   There was a time,I now recall when I … Continue reading

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COUNTING

I walked into the shortest day and later waited for the longest night and somehow felt the changing.   This encounter feels different  now than it felt when I was young.   I’ve  seen so many of these repetitions of … Continue reading

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