Think the thoughts
That are beautiful
Think the ones that need to be
While treasuring times past
Dwelling in your memory.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Think the thoughts
That are beautiful
Think the ones that need to be
While treasuring times past
Dwelling in your memory.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Pleasure, focus let it be
The main thing
To bring you
To your destiny.
Happiness is not something
You leave outside
But accompanies you inside
Staying by you thru all
Thats going to be.
Laugh, joke
See the reason
The sun does rise
Leaving behind dark
Brooding skies.
Your choice all this be
Happiness, pleasure
Laugh and see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Can I fix it?
Will I be the one
That’s the hero
In a situation
That should not be?
Crushed and miserable
Full of doubt
Must move forward
Cast it out.
Smile with gratitude
Mean it
See it radiate
All about.
My strength and smile
Will cast misery out.
Can I fix it?
I have no doubt.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Looking in the mirror
To see a reflection
Of my life
Looking back at me.
I must smile, laugh
For, forever she will stay
In my life
In a quiet, supportive way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The end of day
Must make way
For the darkness
Of night.
Must believe
We will be alright
Chartering a course
Thru the blackness
Into board daylight.
We will be alright.
Travel light, focus
And you’ll be arriving
To the morning
Blessed for having
The quiet restfulness
Of a good dark night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2013
One more day to go
One more day
And I’ll be away
Far, far away from
All that holds me
To this particular day.
I’ll smile and laugh
Life will just be a gas
It won’t last
But in one more day
It’ll be enough
To make me smile
For one more day.
Yes, one more day
And then I’ll be gone
Far, far away
In one more day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I have gotten old and grey
Wrinkles on my face display
Time has passed
And alas, that child
No longer runs and plays.
White hair cascades down my face
Leaving passing time to mark me
Full, I hope with grace
All this happening
With the passing of our time.
Our despair, our joyous care
Prepares us each and everyone
For this time when old and grey
See the life we lived
Full, each and every day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013