Men who dressed as monsters
The past just rushed by me, I could hardly see a thing
Save me a wish I want to see , all of dreams that were taken from me.
I miss the light behind your hair as the wind blowing hides the glare.
I had my dreams of life to come, but I never new how fast I had to run.
If I had known what was to come, I would have changed the path or made a turn.
If you know what’s going to be for you than what does it matter what you choose
I really wish we had the choice to choose the path and feel the joy.
Save me a wish I want to see, all the paths in life and then there’s you
What would you change now that you know, that this path I choose would have to go and all of you.
I pray almost everyday that I in some way contribute to the good of at least one of my children. I think my oldest may be really trying to join the human race with a clear mind. I remember her as a young adult and I don’t think you could have a more carrying thought full person. The last I guess fifteen years have been a bad dream, really bad dream. The thought of her really facing life with a clear mind sends chills of joy down my spine. It takes alot to excite me these days with all the pains of being senior citizen and all. I took me really by surprise when my wife ordered our taco bell and I got the drink free. It sort of really pissed me off because who likes to think in geriactric terms. Well back to the feeling of joy, its the best Christmas gift ever if it all works out. I truly believe in the holy spirit and as I have said in the past you can turn me off at any time. I try with a passion to never preach to anyone and I certainly don’t like it. But if you ask, well that’s your fault. I guess I have vented and rejoiced enough for one day and life goes on.
Being 61 in short sucks. My buddy’s talk about how every ten years they have this mental meltdown and I for one can’t relate. I look back and yesterday I was 19. I look in the mirror and ask myself ” who the hell is that”. The term grow with grace, were the hell did that come from. The only time in my life that I melted down was at 58 and I really mean super melt. I was really looking back with a vengeance, glad I didn’t have gun I was really down for months. Looking back you seem to look at all your failures and I sure have my list. I guess this blog is to help me get some deep crap off my mind.If you have kids my story will bring you to tears and for that I’m sorry. Later
I thought I should share how a 61 year married man sees the world when the spirit hits me along with all the laughs, so stay tuned.