The Final Stage

The final stage is in range.
The blood, sweat, and tears
were sincere. The highs
and lows that I felt
were never in vain.
I push off the shore into
the final stage. My boat
floats without resistance
toward a solitary island
in the distance. Onward,
I go: it’s coming to a close.
The final stage is where
I must be. There’s a final
boss that I must beat.
The last, final stage
will be the best one
I will have played
in this fateful game.



Don’t Grow Up

Be a kid for as long
as you can. Don’t grow up.
Be a kid; dream big dreams.
Some say, “don’t kid yourself”
Some are not kids themselves.
Tell me – you won’t grow up.
Be a kid. Be a squid. Be a lid.
Be anything you want to be
before life really begins.
Be an actor – a ballplayer.
Be an astronaut -a farmer.
Be a president – a politician.
Be what you want to be.
Be free, and don’t grow up
because having youth
beats being a grown-up.
Be anything you want to be:
a person your kid self
would be excited to meet.

Unwritten

Every minute feels faster and faster

As the days often disappear

During times of disaster,

Year after year.

Nothing can stop this train

No matter the resistance

And nobody forsees this pain

Or what creates this distance.

My story may change

due to time and its power

But my story, I must tame

and write this hour.

The story remains unwritten,

But words still spring on the page

As writer’s block subsides,

I set my stage.