This youthful heart can love you and give you what you need, but I'm too old to go chasing you around wasting my precious energy.

I end up writing about all kinds of things. I never make an attempt to write about anything in particular. I don't have a little list of topics to write about.

I don't want someone to squeeze me, that might take away my life. Just want someone to hold me, and we'll rock through the night.

Why do babies starve /When there's enough food to feed the world /Why when there's so many of us /Are there people still alone

I've seen and met angels wearing the disguise of ordinary people living ordinary lives.

Consume more than you need This is the dream Make you pauper Or make you queen I won't die lonely I'll have it all prearranged A grave that's deep and wide enough For me and all my mountains o'things

I meet people in my daily life, people who seem to experience some change and some growth on a personal level, and that gives me hope.