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Thank you
All the artists who created all those songs
So many it's hard to count
From Michael Jackson to Frank Sinatra
From Night Ranger to Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark
Helen Reddy Donna Summer Vanessa Williams
Will To Power Til Tuesday
Tony Toni Tone Cool and the Gang Toto
True Andrea Connection Tracy Ullman
From ABC to ZZ Top
So much to choose from
Thankful for living when all this great music was created
Sing Sing A Song
Sing Out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things not bad
Make it simple to last your whole life long

Sitting here behind my window,
watching the anger of the rain
pelting down as if in pain.
The wind doing its best
to blow it over the hills
to the forest in the west.
My latter years spent pondering
sitting here watching the world go by.
Memories pouring as fast
as the rain, into my brain.
Had it all been worthwhile?
Such negative thoughts for me,
myself, always full of new adventures.
Had I enjoyed this ride?
I can only say, there is more to come.
So cannot truthfully answer.
As the rain pelts down,
cleaning my windows,
giving me a clearer view.

When does it happen, dropping the past
A passion in youth, from early time cast
So gradually things changed, until now
Now time to consider, when taking a bow

Life a whirlwind, of pleasure and joy
Any downside, could never annoy
Focus on the positive, nothing more
Always looking for next, open door

My subject was dance, in all forms
Missing for anytime, caused a storm
Sport may lead the way, in life
Other humans seek husband or wife

Life with pleasures, making each day
Select what we enjoy, along the way
So when does a passion, start to fade
Who picks the moment, decision is made

Or does it come slowly, we move along
Different pathways, sense nothing wrong
When the time is right, we can move on
Yet our past will never, be lost and gone

Needs change, and we are refreshed
Seek new horizons, not those left
Growth continues, whatever the age
Being ourselves, use a different gauge

When a thought, springs to life
We should be able, without strife
To enjoy and expand, each day
Merge with the past. in new ways

If I could but with a wave
Change what is not, and into what is desired,
The cloth would fall, the darkness exposed
In the face of shining light, the joy;
Of stars, moon, sun and the universe.
What would wisdom do but grow?
That clouds be spared, time more kinder
And desire in love never elusive.

Im just a woman
A mind that shifts
One day turmoil
One day bliss

A soul chained down
Cant blame my fate
Been left here behind
Im falling fast
I think its too late

To be continued.....

When heartstrings pull, can you ignore
You may try, but like a swinging door
Flashes of memory, creep through
Whenever allowed, never on cue

Stirring emotions, you can't push away
Something will trigger, on another day
Until you accept, you must spend time
Sifting options, bringing powerful signs

Stored memories, buried once before
Knowing each creak, from a swinging door
Takes you back to a place, you once knew
The sounds -smells-tastes, aren't new

Reminders of that time, you miss
Like missing touch or friendly kiss
Once comforting, now able to stir
Emotional memories , that you can lure......

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens yet unset
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.

Back in my day
We didn't pay for cable
We just watched three channels plus PBS
I went to three movies when I was little
Every Which Way But Loose, Herbie Rides Again, and E.T.
I played pong and payed a quarter for playing Ms. Pacman
I bowled three games, a soda, Combos, and two video games for $5.00
I had Carter and Reagan as my presidents
Carter was a good man and Reagan was really bad
I had home cooked meals made in bulk which I ate for days
I ate my cereal sitting on the floor so I could watch cartoons
Bugs Bunny, Speedy Gonzoles, Smurfs, and Pacman
As well as many other cartoons
They had educational cartoons between regular cartoons
My favorite song was the number three and then interjection
I went fishing every summer and went to Arkansas around Easter
I believed Bigfoot lived around me and Loc Ness was real
The Easter Bunny and Santa Claus were real too
As well as ghosts
One lived in a house my sister was scared out of around 1982
Life was much simpler then and the music was great
Really really great!

Closing my eyes tightly yet still seeing
Time and time again I closed them tightly
Some things just never change always the same
The gift of seeing beyond ones eye sight

Usually unable to change the vision
Humans have a way of fighting the truth
Not wanting to believe what they can't see
Their always wanting the tangible proof

The pain is so great I can barely look
My heart already grieving for the loss
If I say would you believe me and change
If not would you turn and love be the cost

Wishing to tell you yet turning away
Hoping this time I will be wrong I pray

Goodbye old toys,
Forgotten relics of the past
You hide in the attic in obscurity