As Years Pass

     As Years Pass


I am a brother

Knocking on the past – with letter

Hoping family will remember –

The freckled and fun.

To them I was Jimmy

The boy bringing home bullfrogs,

But as years pass

I’ve become a casual whisper

That crosses their lips …

I was taken away

Where the unkind

And evil live

Now a stranger wrinkled with time.


             -- James W. Collins




In a pot

Wilted flowers demand attention

Below is a pit

Holding the source of life


A score is told within the green

But here brawn dominates

Life had passage

Perhaps a new form will emerge


The old lady scratches her weathered face

Pondering her own life

As she spades vacant pots

Hoping for the same kindness in passing.


                      -- James W. Collins


"Come to Me,
all you who labor
and are burdened,
and I will give you rest.

Take My yoke upon you,
and learn from Me,
for I am meek
and humble of heart,
and you will find
rest for your souls...."

          – The Lord

As Years Pass
Seasons Pass
Copyright by
James W. Collins


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