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Our Walk

by

Ron Bliss

Our walk is growing shorter now,
We started in our youth,
We searched for beauty in this life,
And yearned for knowing truth.

We shared our laughs, our smiles and frowns,
We lightened each oneís load,
We traveled everywhere a pair,
Along lifeís winding road.

We planted flowers in springtime,
That beauty might be there,
And make the world a better place,
To let it know we care.

We were each others shelter,
From the summers heat and rain,
We shared and cared, each day we lived,
As if no more remained.

Oh how we loved the autumns,
Itís leaves; itís crisp cool air,
Drawing close, these golden times,
We found joy everywhere.

Now winter is upon us Dear,
Cold, gray days setting in,
We spend our days, in memories,
From where we first began.

If all we own should leave us,
Abandoned by our health,
No friends, no one to care for us,
Weíd still retain our wealth,

For it is here, within our hearts,
To warm us everyday,
It binds us to each other,
Along lifeís winding way.

Our love will stay us to the end,
Through winter, as we roam,
Our love is all that matters now,
Until God calls us home.


Picking Up The Pieces

by

Ron Bliss

I donít go to places where we used to go,
The music we shared now is gone,
Iím trying to pick up the pieces thatís left,
To get past this moment, move on.
Iíve burned all the letters that you wrote to me,
Each letter said weíd never part,
Iím ridding my life of the memories of you,
But you are still there in my heart,
Iíve torn up the photos, of us and of you,
The friends that we shared donít come by,
My friends treat me gently, as if I donít see,
In kindness they never ask why,
I donít watch the movies that we loved to watch,
For we lived each roll, each part,
The beach is off limits where we used to go,
But you are still there in my heart.
I canít bring my self to go strolling at night,
Under stars and a silvery moon,
I donít have my lunch in the places we ate,
When the clock tells me it is near noon,
Iíve discarded all memories and thoughts that are you,
Each item, each action, each part,
Each day I move closer to living again,
But you are still there in my heart.

Pretend

by

Ron Bliss

There is a game I like to play,
The game is called pretend,
It seems, since you have left my life,
This game is without end.

Each morning when I wake up I,
Pretend that you are there,
I see you stand before the mirror,
To comb your lovely hair,

I pretend, that you are with me,
As I breakfast all alone,
Then later in the morning I,
Pretend youíre on the phone.

Youíre with me every hour,
As I pass each day away,
We talk and touch, we laugh and such,
Thereís always much to say,

But mostly, I pretend at night,
While resting in my bed,
I pretend Iím not alone,
And you are there instead.

I wish there were alternatives,
This silly game I play,
Till you are here, till you are near,
Iíll play pretend each day.

A Child Again

by

Ron Bliss

If I could be a child again,
And sense that child-like joy,
That I once knew, when I with you,
Was just a little boy.

If I could be a child again,
And rest against your breast.
No care or fear would dare be near,
My heart and mind at rest.

If I could listen as you sang
Those songs so dear to me.
If I could be a child again,
What joy thereíd be for me.

Though we have both grown older now,
We still maintain our ties,
And I can see you as you were
I look through childlike eyes.

This feeling I will never lose,
That brings me childhood joy.
If I should live, one hundred years,
I'll always be your boy.

An Apology

by

Ron Bliss

This morning when I spoke with you
You seemed to be depressed.
Then foolishly, the words I chose,
Were not among the best.

I angered you without good cause,
I quickly felt remorse.
And now the thing that I must do is
Apologize of course.

I'm sorry when I say those things
That makes you fuss and fret,
And when I do, I'm instantly
Filled with so much regret.

But you are usually good enough
And kind in every way,
To overlook the fool I make,
With many things I say.

I want to let you know that I
Am much in love with you,
And I need your forgiveness for
The silly things I do.

Our Love

by

Ron Bliss

I thought about the way we feel,
The way we love and care.
I thought about the magic
That, we two, as lovers, share.

I thought about the hours and
The minutes we have known,
And how, in spite of all adverse,
Our love has really grown.

I know so well, within my heart
And all that we've been through.
There is no force so strong that it
Could drive me far from you.

There's nothing that could come between
Could change my love for you.
I know... you know... our love will be,
Until our lives are through.

When I Was Three

by

Ron Bliss



Fond memories do fill my heart,
That takes me back to three,
When you would rock me in your arms,
And sing those songs to me,

A little child, in tattered clothes,
And tousled, tangled hair,
A penny seemed like so much wealth,
And I had not a care,

Two loving arms, that hold me tight,
Your face, I clearly see,
Oh God, please take me back again,
To when I was just three,

Reality, must now prevail,
It is, in truth, I find,
The only way I can go back,
Is in my heart and mind,

It matters not the path I take,
Or what my age should be,
I'll always be, as much your son,
As when I was just three.

The Railroad Tracks

by

Ron Bliss

I USED TO WALK THE RAILROAD TRACKS
WHEN I WAS ONLY TEN,
I'D WAVE AT ALL THE ENGINEERS,
AND THEY'D WAVE BACK AND GRIN

I KICKED AT STONES, AND WALKED THE RAILS,
AND LAID MY PENNIES DOWN,
I CARRIED HOME SO MANY SPIKES
TREASURES, I HAD FOUND,

BUT NOW THE TRAINS NO LONGER RUN,
THE TRACKS HAVE TURNED TO RUST,
THE WEEDS HAVE TAKEN OVER, AND,
THE TIES WILL SOON BE DUST,

MY FRIENDS, THE ENGINEERS, HAVE GONE,
IT'S NOT THE SAME AS WHEN,
I USED TO WALK THE RAILROAD TRACKS,
WHEN I WAS ONLY TEN.

Treasures Of Youth

by

Ron Bliss


When you're getting old, and lifeís' getting cold,
There comes a time for truth,
When your pains and fears, drown out the cheers,
We reach for the days of our youth,

Many things that we've done, in the name of "just fun",
Had our youth, been spent in vain?
When we've put down the mask and the question's been asked,
Would we do it all over again?

The trouble weíd seek, and days, maybe weeks,
We endured without money to spend,
Our problems were great and we just could not wait,
For the days of our youth to end.

For each day that was spent, in much discontent,
There were many more happy days,
I loved my youth; it's the whole damn truth,
Thatís where my treasure lays,

The things that we did when we were just kids,
The places, the faces we met,
The laughter and jokin', the drinkin' and smokin',
We did it without one regret.

The girls we were datin' and some we left waitin',
We did what we had to do,
We doubled one night, and if memory be right,
You lied when you said youíd be true,

But the plump and petite, the homely and sweet,
Theyíre all a part of the past,
In the stage of our mind we cannot resign,
Theyíre a permanent part of the cast.

Like old cronies we met, and in memory yet,
We recall them by faces and names,
Though it's been many years, those departed old dears,
Through our mind's eye they look just the same,

So I ask you in truth, were the days of your youth,
Though at times more like boredom than pleasure,
Filled with naught but regret, that youíd rather forget,
Or are they considered a "treasure"?

Who Crucified Christ

by

Ron Bliss

Who crucified the blameless Christ,
And nailed Him to the Tree,
Who caused the lamb to suffer,
And go through such agony,

Who betrayed the Master,
Supposedly a friend,
Who fled when they arrested Him,
For fear it was the end,

Who denied he knew this man,
Not once, not twice, but three,
Who crucified the blameless Christ,
And nailed Him to the tree.

Who delivered Him to Pilate,
Bound in heavy chain,
Who took a stick and beat Him,
That He might feel the pain,

Who pushed and shoved, then called him names,
That He might know disgrace,
Who gathered spittle in their mouth,
Then spat upon His face,

Who laughed when He would stumble,
On His way to Calvary,
Who shouted taunts when He walked by,
And mocked Him endlessly,

Who struck the nails that pierced the flesh,
And caused the Lamb to bleed,
Who, I ask, is guilty of,
This dreadful, dreadful deed,

Who made a crown of many thorns,
Then placed it on His head,
Who pierced His side with a soldierís sword,
To be sure that He was dead,

I crucified the blameless Christ,
And I betrayed a friend,
I denied I knew Him thrice,
And fled before the end,

I beat Him, shoved Him, Kicked Him,
Then spat upon His face,
I laughed and mocked, then taunted Him,
That He would know disgrace,

Yes....... I struck the nails, that pierced the flesh,
That caused the Lamb to bleed,
I am the one, so guilty of,
This dreadful, dreadful deed,

I placed the thorn upon His head,
I shoved the saber in,
Do you know how I did it?
I did it with my sin,

He endured this suffering,
It's something that He chose,
This Christ that died, was buried,
On the third day, He arose,

It was my sin that put Him there,
My sin that did Him in,
He drew me near in comfort,
Then He forgave that sin.

Death of a Wife

by

Ron Bliss

When I arise in morning's cold gray shroud,
I bear this loneliness, as best I can,
Three months have passed since you have gone away,
Your going I will never understand.

When I step out the world sings about me,
But the song within my heart is very sad.
I cannot bear to walk this life without you,
Your love was all the love I ever had.

When I return to solitude in afternoon,
My company is shadows on the floor,
I while away the hours thinking of you,
If you could just return, how I implore.

When daylight dies and darkness fills my room,
It cannot match the darkness in my heart.
I lay me down to sleep and pray to God,
That we will not, forever be apart.

The days go by so slow, they seem to linger,
My life is like a void one cannot fill,
My sunshine disappeared and all is gray now,
And happiness within my life is nil.

The Bride

by

Ron Bliss

Give me some time to fight the tears,
To reminisce and recount the years,
To see you if as yesterday,
A little child, a child at play.

So quickly the years
Have passed us by.
A girl and her dad
And I wonder why.

Where have they gone?
That they've slipped away,
And I face you now
On your wedding day.

Soon you'll be more
Than "daddy's girl",
Another's wife,
A whole new world.

Hold my arm tight
As we walk the aisle.
You're only mine
For a little while.

Till I stand at the alter
And give you away,
My little girl
On her wedding day.

I'm Yours

by

Ron Bliss

Iíd like to be the one with whom,
You share your daily life,
To be your friend, companion and,
The one that calls you wife,

I want to give you love and joy,
Like youíve not known before,
To share all things, both good and bad,
That this life holds in store,

To be there, everyday for you,
To take you by the hand,
To walk with you, to talk with you,
To help you understand,

That in this world, there is no one,
Could love you more than me,
For I alone, with all my love,
Can set your spirit free,

No one can love you, like I do,
Not one, could ever share,
More feelings from the heart and soul,
To let you know they care,

Iím yours you know, and I will be,
From this day, evermore,
Because I love you more than life,
Youíre all that I adore.

My Serenity

by

Ron Bliss

There is a place; I go to rest,
A place, Godís hand has surely blessed,
Itís my escape, from worldly cares,
From times when I feel so distressed,

I tell no one, this place I go,
That frees my spirit, helps it grow,
In solitude, Iím always there,
The peace received, no one can know,

Age and time have gnarled the trees,
Rare beauty that is sure to please,
I feel at home, though all-alone,
My heart and soul at ease,

The world, itís complications, all,
Demand that I stand tall or fall,
My place I go there on my own,
Serenity now calls,

I rest on grass, so sweet and green,
Such beauty I have never seen,
My spirit calm, my soul fed,
Surroundings so serene,

In all my life, Iíll nary be,
So peaceful, they will carry me,
When time has come and I am dead,
Itís here that they will bury me.

Tomorrow

by

Ron Bliss

Tomorrow, when you wake up,
And you see my empty chair,
I know that you will feel alone,
Youíll sense that Iím not there,

Youíll feel Iíve gone, that Iíve moved on,
But Dear, it isnít true,
For tomorrow when you wake up,
I will still be there with you.

Tomorrow, when you breakfast,
And you make just half as much,
Reach out with heart, with mind and soul,
And feel a tender touch,

Tomorrow when you start your day,
Please know that I am there,
For in your heart I really am,
Iím with you everywhere.

Tomorrow, when you travel through,
Your busy, tiresome day,
Iím there with you, in all you do,
As you go on your way,

Tomorrow, when you dim the light;
Then say your nightly prayers,
I will abide, there at your side
To share your worldly cares.

Someday, when you have uttered all,
Your farewells and goodbyes,
When those you love stand all about
With naught but tearful eyes,

When you have crossed the threshold that,
Leads to eternity,
Tomorrow will be yesterday,
And youíll be here with me.

Melancholy Dreams

by

Ron Bliss

My head rest on my pillow,
As the world drifts away,
Thoughts float gently in and out,
Much like a child at play,
Someone calls my name aloud,
I turn to see whoís there,
Enveloped in a pastel fog,
I do not seem to care,
Time seems standing nearly still,
While motion slows itís pace,
Surreal as all about me seems,
This unfamiliar place,
I wander in this dreamlike state,
Collecting as I go,
Fragments, pieces mental thoughts,
Just why, I do not know,
Each night I wander in my world,
Of melancholy dreams,
Searching for the answers to,
My problems, so it seems,
Soon dawn will drive the fog away,
To face reality,
Tonight, another lonesome trip,
To find the real me.

Mementoes of the Past

by

Ron Bliss

The box was setting on a shelf,
For many, many years.
Hidden, long forgotten,
It held dreams of joy and tears,
I slowly opened it for view,
Not knowing what was there,
When finally, its contents seen,
All I could do was stare,
An archive of sweet memories,
Reminders of the past,
Emotions held so long ago,
Oíer love that didnít last,
When finally I spied it,
Just a paper lying there,
A yellowed piece of paper,
Folded with exacting care,
Before I opened it to read,
I knew the words by heart,
A poem written long ago,
Of lovers far apart,
And as I read, it opened up,
A floodgate to the sea,
A river full of memories,
Of time that used to be,
My heart and mind returned in time,
To when the words were new,
Yesterday, sweet memories,
Yesterday and you,
Its contents carefully replaced,
I closed the box again,
Just as the contents of the box,
Its memories remain.

Memory Book

by

Ron Bliss

I ran across a photograph,
Reflecting better days,
How much I thought, my life has changed,
In many, many ways.

The smile on our faces,
Told how happy we both were,
Who knew back then, the joy we felt,
In time, would not endure.

I sat for nearly half an hour,
Recalling good times past,
Sunny days, now far away,
With memories fading fast.

I knew I should dispose of all,
The photographs of you,
But this was not an easy task,
Itís something I canít do.

The fact is Love; I took each one,
Then placed them in a book,
So in my lonely hours I,
Can sit and have a look.

A look at yesterday, Sweetheart,
A memory trip for me,
Where I can live again in love,
Where I would like to be,

In years from now, as I grow old,
Iíll sit and have a look,
Of yesterday, good times and you,
Inside my memory book.

Picking Up the Pieces

by

Ron Bliss

I donít go to places where we used to go,
The music we shared now is gone,
Iím trying to pick up the pieces thatís left,
To get past this moment, move on.
Iíve burned all the letters that you wrote to me,
Each letter said weíd never part,
Iím ridding my life of the memories of you,
But you are still there in my heart,
Iíve torn up the photos, of us and of you,
The friends that we shared donít come by,
My friends treat me gently, as if I donít see,
In kindness they never ask why,
I donít watch the movies that we loved to watch,
For we lived each roll, each part,
The beach is off limits where we used to go,
But you are still there in my heart.
I canít bring my self to go strolling at night,
Under stars and a silvery moon,
I donít have my lunch in the places we ate,
When the clock tells me it is near noon,
Iíve discarded all memories and thoughts that are you,
Each item, each action, each part,
Each day I move closer to living again,
But you are still there in my heart.

When I touch a rose

by

Ron Bliss

When I see the dawning of a new day,
I see hope for tomorrow,
I see thankfulness for yesterday,
I see new opportunities in my love for you,
When I see the dawn.

When I feel a breeze against my cheek,
I feel the nearness of you,
I feel your love surrounding me,
I feel your arms embracing me,
When I feel a breeze.

When I hear the ocean kiss the shore,
I hear you as you call to me,
I hear the rhythm of our lives,
I hear your thoughts as they come to me,
When I hear the ocean.

When I see the full moon rising high,
I see your countenance shining brightly,
I see the reflection of your love,
I see into your heart,
When I see the moon.

When I touch the petal of a rose,
I touch the gentleness of your love,
I touch the beauty of your heart,
I touch the fragrance of your being,
When I touch a rose.

In all that is in and around me,
You are there,
When I see the dawn,
When I feel a breeze,
When I hear the ocean,
When I see the moon,
When I touch a rose,
You are there,
You are love.