Life 'n General

A Child

Who am I?

You are the sky

What can I be?

You can be the sea

Where can I play?

Anywhere,

Present, Past and Future

Great grandpa's home in desolation
stands on a hill in isolation.
Weathered boards shrunken with cold
admit

Frail, tired, weak, so small

Parkinson's has stolen it all

She seems more peaceful when she finds sleep

The tremors slow and

Machiavellian?

As time goes on I begin to see
How important life's circle can be

Every time something comes back to me
I know

Great circle be it little and very small.

To a great palace a grand kings hall.