One more Day

A lovely poem from my friend Michael. Please visit his blog at He’s a man of many talents!


As time draws near and daylight fades and night knocks on my door

To take my hand and lead away to far and distant shore

I know that I shall want one more, and beg that I may stay

to spend with you from waking hours until the end of day

To see you smile and hear your voice and watch you as you sleep

and laugh and love and cry and drink of all you are quite deep

and so to sunset one last time I hold you in my arms

and lovers promises I make and swear I’ll never harm

And in those moments faces lined and eyes still burning bright

I kiss your lips and say farewell and head into the night

without regret without remorse and love without relent

and thank you for your years and love and faith and life well spent

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Fading Away

Sometimes I feel like fading away
Back to the days when I would play
The days when music was all that mattered
Before the world we knew was shattered

When I was young and had no pain
And all the pretty girls knew my name
Playing drums and singing songs
Those are the days where I belong

Those memories still make me smile
If even for only a little while
So take my hand and be with me
Together we will fade away

©Walt Page 2018

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The voice still speaks.

A wonderful poem on aging by Chris Black. Please comment on the original post. ☺

Same Train, Different Track

As if rinsing the darkness from his hair
Old age appeared to freeze his body

What once was a curly mop top, now scarce
A marathon runner, now learns of walking aids

Engaging you in conversation, he says age is but a number
Appears mine is nearly up?

My hair may be greying, I’ll not allow the grey matter
Follow down that path

Yes I have lots to grumble about, but what is the sense in that?
Energise your mind and body, not search out excuses

Nothing can stop you from growing old
So be brash, be bold

You may have lost your youthful looks
Live the gifts that you have been given

The path you trod is now winding
But think, did you always walk the straight and narrow?

Live for today, celebrate tomorrow.
(c) Chris Black. February 2018.

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Looking Back On Life

The older you get, it comes more often
You realize you’re not as strong
Not as limber as you used to be
And you start wondering how much life is left

You spend more time looking back
Remembering good times and bad
People you influenced and who influenced you
People you loved and people you hated

Your triumphs, your failures
People who hurt you and people you hurt
Losses you’ve suffered… the good that you’ve done
Trips you have taken, places you’ve been

You read about people your age that die
It bothers you but yet you know
There is longevity in your family
Your Mom lived 88 years, 91 for your Dad

You know you’ve had a good life
Death doesn’t scare you
But you worry about your family
How they will deal with losing you

Your worry is pointless because you know
You have many more years of life
So don’t fear the reaper, go rest your head
Whatever will be will be

Que Sera Sera

©Walt Page 2018


My Writing Is More Than Words

As writers, we all use words as building blocks
Put together in sentences

My writing is more than just words
The words come from my heart
The writing comes from love
So much more than just words

When I hear the sounds of the night
The wind through the trees
The laughter of my grandsons
I start putting them to words

Words that describe how they make me feel
About love and life
Good times and bad
I write what I feel

Anyone can put words on paper
But can anyone create images with those words?
Memories in your own mind?

I write from almost 74 years of life
Ups and downs
Around and around
My words are my life

When you sit down to write
Let your mind fly free
Let the memories caress you
Like mine have with me

So open your mind
Let your fantasies unwind
They are more than mere words
If you just take the time

Whether your thoughts or mine
We’re all much the same
So write down your words
And your memory will remain

©Walt Page 2018


#Sedoka: Dancing In The Dark

Dancing In the dark
Memories of days gone by
Back when I was young

Then age came calling
But the memories remain
And the beat goes on

©Walt Page 2018


A Life Worth Living

I was taught at an early age
To live a life of kindness
Compassion… Caring…
A life of value and worth

I’m a Preacher’s kid
Brought up in the church
My Dad was a writer of God’s words
The best speaker I have ever heard

I learned my prayer before bed:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

I learned my prayer before a meal:
God is Great and God is Good
And we thank Him for our food
By His Goodness all are fed
Give us Lord our daily bread

The foundations set in my early years
Have guided my through my life
I’ve made mistakes like humans do
Mistakes that have made me stronger and wiser

My life has not been all peaches and cream
But I’ve done what I could and offered my hand
I’ve always helped others along the way
And have never regretted the path I have taken

I think my Dad and Mom would be proud
Of the son they raised and the man I’ve become
I am who I am because of their love
And hope that I’ve lived a life worth living

©Walt Page 2018


#Sedoka: For Old Times Sake

New Year’s Eve is here
The end of another year
Not a real good year for me

At seventy three
My New Years are fewer now
Need a happy one for me!

©Walt Page 2017


My Head Is Full

My head is full
Full of worries
Happy, Sad, Good & Bad

Full of dreams
Silent Screams

My body aches
Arthritis wins
Back pain
Knee pain
Rocking to and fro

My eyes are weak
It’s hard for me to hear
I’m always saying “Huh?” or “What?”
I call it Drummer’s Ear

My head is full
My body aches
But I am still alive
Alive to write another day
And that’s OK with me

©Walt Page 2017


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