An old song says,
“…I ain’t got long
to stay here….”.
but I feel no haste to
“…steal away,
steal away home…”.

For mine is
the hot flow of warm love
between my darling wife and I,
the bell tone giggle of my
princess grand-child,
the jingle of new found
coins in my pocket,
the finding time to kill
with nothing to do,
and well wrought sonnets
by poets like you…

Even my knowing He waits
at the gates
till He sees me coming
a long way off,
but He can’t stand still
so He yells commands
to cook the fatted calf
as he runs down the road
to embrace His prodigal,


I feel deep rooted
in the soil of the earth,
am in no rush
to leave my place of birth.


let my Time
at its own slow pace,
there be blessings enough
to love this place.

I will live like
has been promised my race,
then shuffle off to heaven-

to kiss-

my old Fathers face.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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