When will it end

There is no ending in view to this lousy winter,

my childhood winters are gone to never return.

How do I feel, it's a constant daily changing story,

I open my eyes with the hope that colors are back,

that snow has disappeared and birds are back to

singing their natural melody.

BUT

My bones are rebelling continually to no avail,

no creams,no caressing, no resting helps, it's a

daily combat between myself and my aging body

now it's a question as who will be more resilient

in our fights...

Lost angels

When a child is called to heaven

there is no sensitivity left in the 

hearts of parents.

A child is the fruit of love, a 

continuation of our soals and a hope

for our old days. 

Why are we loosing children in wars,

natural disasters and killing them for

no apparent reasons.  Killings of 

2 small angels who were at a daycare

is the most excrutiating pain for the

parents, people who take care of these

children and first aid responders who

are helpless in saving them...

Solitude

Life is an island of solitude,
if you know how to fish 

you shall get all  your pleasures

of this mortal world offers you.
It does not take much to make you happy
to have a full life and good and bad

times, but then only you are the master 

of your life and happiness 

even with simple things
that come your way...