six ways of looking at Living

In a house lined
with books, reading
precedes living.
You have to trace the the words
to the door.

A song, a tango, carries its life
through the streets, past the rude
dways and halflit allegs, bringing joy.

Surrounded by family laughing, fighting
eyes full with gratitude to be surrounded
by life and family.

For 80 years he travel the railway of life.
Always, his final destination was the great
door of which there is only an entrance through
the scenary was ideal at times, meals were filling
and the company rich-his journey was still about
where the train stooped-not where it traveled.

The water shoots up to the sky
then falls back down hard on my dancing shoes.
Our feet splash a rythm in the puddles.
we breath in the night air and feel alive.

life,life wonderful life
live forever.