By Charles Robert Lindholm
Time
Runs Slowly
‘Til The Workweek’s Done
But Like A Shooting Star
Once You’re Having Fun
The Seconds
Tick By,
One By One
Measured All The Same
So Why Does Work Time
Feel So Slow
Yet Fly On By
When You’re
Having Fun
I’d Really
Like To Know
Wouldn’t You?
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By Charles Robert Lindholm
My Heart
Had Been Shattered
With Pieces
Scattered
Everywhere
In My Life Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
she’s beautiful to look at
her legs are long and sleek
she’s got the kind of body
that any male would seek Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I Hear Tick Tocking Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
You see me in the shadows
but never run away
You look toward me
searching for my eyes
but it’s me who looks away Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
The Paint Has Peeled
On Weathered Walls
Baked By The Midday Sun
Aged By Nature’s Elements
It’s Usefulness Is Done Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Separated by time and space
denied the warmth of Her gentle embrace
Her words they kiss me, though I know
I will never touch Her face Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Covered in Amber
the residue of my tears
washing over my memories
down through the years
from long, long ago,
the dark ages of time
Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I PLAYED THE PIANO SOFTLY
TO AN OLD TIME GOSPEL HYMN
IT SEEMED TO BRING DAD’S MEMORY BACK
IT WAS A SPECIAL TIME WITH HIM Continue reading
