Happiness Is?

Happiness is finding out that a long-lost friend is not the same name chiseled so carefully on that long dark wall in Washington, DC. He is not the same; he is sore from age, past wounds, broken in spirit from a nation that had forgotten his pain, suffering and loyalty. His strong arms are still strong from wheeling the wheel chair into hard places. His face does not smile because of the daily toil he faces. This battle hardened man cries to hear from a friend from so long ago. He smiles today.

–Duke

Hope in a Haze

Is hope a butterfly that leaves on the next gust of wind, or a concrete thought carefully wrapped in tape?
It could be good thoughts for a friends, family or loves, or just concerns about their fate.
Regardless if it moves or stays; it lasts for a lifetime in the haze.

–Richard Milleville

Regrets

“Did you forget to call or write; to say you won the fight?
The quest to do what you wanted in life; that you have overcome the strife.
They were the source of your knowledge and encouragement; the reason for your achievement.
Now much time has passed; you thought they would last and last.
Finally you wish to sing; their phone does not ring.
You search the internet to finalize; and then you realize their demise.
Sadly you view obituaries to find; they had left it all behind.
You leave your respects at a web site; But your regrets are still held tight.
The line is disconnected; things can not be corrected.”

–Richard Milleville