Heavy on my mind
Is the thought of what might have been
As I look back on the days
The days of what could have been

At this moment I am breathing
Breaths of what I wish had been
Pondering the thoughts I have
Of what I had hoped would have been

These images plaque my mind
Of what If what I desired had been
What might my life be today
If what I desired had truly been

But what I had hoped is not
I realize now it has never been
And as I have grown much older
I know it never will;
Have been.

Can we as men comprehend
The value of time
Or is time a commodity much to rare
To be assessed by our feeble mind

Can time be bought for gain
Or for wealth be bought or sold
Does time posses a value
Such as diamonds or as gold

Is time it's self a currency
To be saved as an investment
Should a return be expected
As we prepare for retirement

Could time be a hidden treasure
An object we seek to posses
To add to what time we think we have
Do we over this thought obsess

We as men want so much
Of what we cannot see
For we men know not how much time
Is alloted to you and me

While we are breathing life
Unseen time is always appearing
And at the very same moment
Unseen time is disappearing

So,what is the value of time?
Will the answer by man be ever revealed
Or will this mystery that plaques mans mind
From his knowledge forever be sealed.

RLB

Excuse me, may I ask,
Have you seen yesterday?
It was here just a moment ago,
But seems to have quietly slipped away,

It looked very much like today,
In its length and span,
It was filled with familiar faces,
And was once held within my hand,

The only difference when compared to today,
Is that yesterday held loved ones dear,
How sad it is that there they remain,
O how I wish yesterday would reappear,

I miss yesterday's cherished moments,
Inside ,my heart knows I shall never find,
Yesterday in tomorrow's hours,
For tomorrow to must be left behind.

RLB

A horseshoe made of iron
Strikes against the ground
As the horse carries his rider
To the place which he is bound

The riders horse is quick
Traveling under a midnight sky
Gliding silently through the night
As lightly as a butterfly

The horses stride is long
And like a musket ball in flight
He moves about unheard
Unseen within the night

At last the morning comes
But no rider no horse no sound
Yet there upon the trail
A horseshoe print is found

RLB

We write the words we write
So eyes that read will know
Within we are poets
In heart and mind and soul.

RLB

Life comes to each as a raging flame

It dances and it flashes

Then as quickly as it came

Our life is turned to ashes .

Within
The
Solitude
Of
Natures
Canopied
Cathedral
GOD
Quietly
Walks