Contributions

Dancing Puzzle

The hard drums throng Boom! Boom! Boom! The hips quietly swerves under my garment The rhythm swept over my soul That voice Shrieks of it destabilizes the cool evening breeze

Whose role?

Is it you or is it me? Carrying a twisted gun in one hand and a smile across the face Where were you when hope took a trip? Come now carrying a placard The huts have dried up

Dark Clouds

Everyday when I wake up in the morning, I give thanks for another new day. Another opportunity to contribute to making life better ...for at least one person with my all in the package.