“ Of The Children ”~ be life’s lot ~

Who are these children

Man recognized not,

Though too be then

But a child fraught,

As adult apprized

More often forgot,

When the more wise

Yet forever the child,

None the less be life’s lot!

                                                                 for my friend Hülya N Yılmaz



“ A Man Whole” ~ holds fervid soul ~


As I grow whole

Will event hold,

Or fail acquire

A fervid soul,

To render mind

Suitably bold,

That so in time

Be a man whole,

Afore I realize

I’d grown too old,

To effort recognize!