you can’t put a bow on your health and happiness the gifts that matter
we take for granted the work someone else has done that makes life simpler
the solstice has passed so the days will get longer but winter remains
my eyes filled with tears at the beauty i saw, or was it the windchill
when we head toward home hopefully the time away holds good memories
between here and there there is probably a way that you will like best
there’s always the chance that what we see happening possibly isn’t.
you can’t make a friend out of a stranger; unless you first build a bridge
sometimes the message gets lost; or only matters when it’s obvious
patience is easy when you know how long you’ll wait before the next train
uptown jack 