A big glass mason jar dated 1898 sits atop my old buffet

a handy place to drop my loose change at the end every day.

Quarters,

My eyes are being opened, I can now see

Once was blinded, by your apparent beauty

For so long, I couldn't see past

CHANGE
Amid the uncertainties of earth, is change.
A moderator for the future.
A biographer of the past.
Real and inevitable.
Sometime s

Changing Times

The familiar face that was always there,

Is going to greet his latest test,

BETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

"These are dangerous times my friend"
Said the soldier to the drunk
"Many years I've fought for her,
Knowing