The song is sung
On every hill.
It echoes among the
Enlightened still.
Go Geezer go!

He rides the Grand
And Golden Gnu,
Amazing, fast and
Nimble too.
Gallop Gnu gallop!

The gold crowned beast
With giant stride,
zipping, bobbing from
side to side.
Grand Gnu glide.

Hat of leather with
Floppy straps.
Geezer wears such
Natty hats!
Sly Geezer sly!

Ages spent learning
To ride.
Patience, practice,
puts soul in strife.
Grow Geezer grow.

He rode, he sweat and
put soul in strife.
Learning the Gnu
Improved his life.
Think Geezer think!
And now the two
enjoined, entwined
With wisdom bless
all human kind.
Beautiful Golden Gnu

If you see the Geezer
And the Gnu
Hug the Geezer and he’ll
Bless you!
Love others, forgive and go!

Do a random act of kindness today!

“Anyone can be a geezer it just takes practice”

Forget the moment, it is gone!
It came without notice, without intent.
It came, it went... that's all... gone.

But then, maybe it did have intent!
Coming to put us to the test
to see if we would go along with it,
wherever it is moments go once they are done.

I say forget the moment, it is gone.
Rain upon the ocean, swept away with the current,
confusing itself with all the other moments gone by.

But then, maybe lets not forget, maybe just let go,
let it drift away into the vastness of our soul,
like a voyager who promises to return
as memories crash upon the shores of our awareness
like waves of life that shape and mold who we are
and what we will be when the next moment comes.

All of a sudden my mind is transported
to another moment
hidden deep in confusion.
I am spellbound
Did I foresee or did I just remember
the events I now live or lived before?
Could it be the sun that escapes the clouds
the voices in the background?
Was it yesterday or is it today
a second time around?
Deja vu
Is it a memory aborted
by chance or on purpose
or a splice in time
that reminds me of my infinity?
Whatever
It doesn’t matter now
as I’m left lulling over what I feel
or what I felt long ago, today
as it happens all over again.

There are no children in our house
to run and laugh and play.
They all were here and then one day
all grown and gone away. 

Gone are days of questions “Why?”
and yells of childish glee.
Oh, to go back to the days
when they were here with me.

A job well done, we should take pride
our children are all grown,
to happy, gentle, loving souls
our hearts would never moan.

There are still children running, playing
in memories we hold dear.
Forever children within our
minds whenever they are near.

Tonight I heard from Sandra
My chum from high school years
The one I shared my secret crushes with
And confided my girlish fears.
"We are getting old," she said
In her e-mail I just received
I checked to make sure it was meant for me
Since it was so hard for me to believe!
Why it was only yesterday
That I ran up and down the stairs at school
And vented to my girlfriend, Sandy
About some silly dress code or rule.
"Has your hubby retired?" she asked
And I answered that we both had recently
Ceased to be obligated to go to work each day
And felt so relaxed and free!
Suddenly it hit me full force
Like a snowball hard and cold
I was still a youngster
But the rest of my classmates were getting old!

There is a special bond
Between a son and his mother
It has a tenderness and uniqueness
Unlike any other.

From the time he is a baby
Held in those arms so loving
He knows this love is special
Sent from the Lord above him.

As a toddler and youngster he knows
That his mom is special and tries
Always to be there to console him
When she hears his cries.

A teenager's love is so special
And even though it remains unspoken
There are special cords of love
That never can be broken.

But when he suddenly becomes a man
The emotions in his heart and soul
Respond as if on remote control
And he once again feels free to express
His love and warmth and tenderness.

The bond that has been dormant
For some of those teenage years
Brings joy to his mother’s heart
And can reduce her to happy tears.

And when he chooses a wife to wed
He treats her with gentleness he learned from
The one who loved him like no other
His wonderful, loving and adored mother!