Make my life grand

Poem ... Make my life grand

When I am old
And no longer know your face
Please hold my hand
A smile will lighten this place

When my words
No longer make sense
I know what I want to say
Just give me a chance

I want the best for you
Old Earth full of life
Every day I will wish for you
A life without strife

I know my days are few
To be with those I care
And even if I don't know you
The gift of time we share

So sit down beside me
And hold my shaking hand
And though I don't know you
You make my life grand

Rabid Poet

Buttermilk Day

Poem ... Buttermilk Day

Those fluffy clouds
Making my day
A mixture of the gods
Having their play

Those thoughts passing by
None serious I hope
Will I grab on
To their slippery slope?

I think I will watch
Those creations float by
And dream of bisquits
And buttermilk sky

Rabid Poet