SHADOW

I am no longer here
My shadow is all that remains,
I have held a tear
Of which I fear, no more
Shall I refrain.

The shadow's there--
but cannot speak,
It's musty and cold
And very meek.

But it, too, will die
By and by when the
Sun comes out into the sky.

When...

Often inspiration strikes in the most unlikely places. When this happens you grab the nearest piece of paper you can find to write on. Here are a couple of napkins that survived the years till I was able to scan them...

When the only flower left is a plastic one; Then will man break down and cry for the destruction civilization has caused. But he will continue till he has nothing but himself to destroy, and he will die.

When all is peace and love . . .
. . . the wind will be able to blow freely.
. . . Mother Nature will prosper.
. . . the world will be in the beginning of the end.