What I am doing is enough for me
Because it has to be enough for me
Has to have been enough for me
Without a list made out for me
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Perhaps you might feel yourself a fraud
On occasion this might be true
Know all human’s are flawed
That is not the sum of you
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Winter feels like scorn
Spring a distant legend
By the fire I shall warm
Until brighter suns do beckon
If none come
It’s the end I reckon
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
At the Goodwill among the used and worn
Buying a footrest made before I was born
It will be my treasure despite others scorn
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
With cognition comes sadness
Sorrows we must all face
Luckily
Interspersed among the losses
Are moments of overwhelming grace
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015