you do

you make my day
as no one else days,
people walk my way
as never before
so many do come
to secretly read
the sexier blushier ones
silently...

now at times
I evaluate what I've written,
nothing from the world
has anything been hidden

all my poetry is off the cuff
I am no celebrity
nor that kind of stuff ...
having plenty of
in a wallet called time
I compose poems
out of sync
many times out of rhyme

but since my youth passed
in shallow waters
with golden spoons
in swimming pools
then all became hollow
everything swept with time
that helped me imbibe
each day
came to a resolution friends,
live each day,
as tomorrow die you may
live to the hilt and enjoy
as if twere the month of May,\

the sunshine of life
shall take you places
many strangers will offer you roses

you are one such traveler too
the sojourn is ever so beautiful
I hope all knew...

then the destination who knows
what twill be
red carpets or greenery
else shrubs and sand
in one’s eyes
rise...
fellow friends to all occasions
ere the end arrives
then all does end up in ..
smoke and sighs