I had the start of it back then
Those feelings so habitual
Repeatedly and yet again
A never ending ritual
Attacks upon my peace of mind
With which I tried so hard to cope
And way too often I did find
As well perhaps a little hope
I did however with to fight
And win the battle for my nerves
To overcome my painful plight
Which threw me for a lot of curves
There were some who had helped me out
Support which I did not often need
Instead of cynicism doubt
While paying me a little heed
REMINISCENCE
A blaring air horn beckoned and
I hurried to get there in time
To catch a sight so big and grand
The stuff of literature rhyme
Around the bend that rumbling roar
Announced a speeding south bound freight
Excitement louder more and more
To stimulation penetrate
It rumbled past with blaring horn
Soon followed by the rattling crash
Loud railroad cars which seemed to warn
Beware the danger hurtling dash
Then too soon a maroon caboose
Expectedly was rolling past
Around another bend vamoose
Though gone the memories to last
OF LATE WINTER
The sun moved higher in the sky
Daylight growing ever longer
The weather which then magnified
My urge to leave stronger
At long last winter turned to spring
And then the snow was melting fast
Eventually to warm wind bring
The dreariness and cold had passed