Poems from Redival

I fear so terribly much   When I write I want to hide it stop those mocking eyes   the thought of judgement is terror I'm not perfect...
I met old age I stared it in the face   I saw the wrinkles the falters the loosenings and tightenings   I saw the laughlines the care-worn...
A random assemblage of things eclectic.
Joy
Joy is a smile a laugh a thoughtful frown   Joy is the sun the rain the hop of a frog   Joy is a poem a story and a song   Joy is walking...