The blind man sat with hands on lap On a bench beneath the tree. His white cane, scuffed and dirty, Sat with him, on his knee. Passersby felt sympathy And all spoke in hushed tones. But not one of them would try to “see” What he “saw” in his bones. And after daybreak, still, he … Continue reading Blind Man: Jan McCartney

O, would that I could be Not just one, but maybe two, So that I could get everything done Everything that I should do It really would be nice, I know.

A wall of water Standing still As though the projectionists' hands Has

A new moon tonight! But where did she go? We wonder with hiding smiles. For it’s a night of love and mystery Even over the miles That stretch between us now

Ever reaching, ever near Ever close, that we might hear. Only echo, never word Dream-like and seldom heard.

Send your smile to me. Send it with your eyes, your laugh, your being. Send your smile to me always to brighten up the

Well, hello old friend, it’s been a long while! My, how you’ve changed from your yesterday style! What’s that you say? Yes, I guess I have, too And the changes came swiftly, as often they do. You say that you’ve missed me? Well, I’ve missed your smile, And your friendship that went with me, mile … Continue reading Old Friend: Jan McCartney