Sooner or later We all have to take it The journey home You may never know when But we'll all take the journey They know you are coming They're waiting to see you You won't need a suitcase No need for a cane They won't be needed You won't be the same You will be young again No lameness, no pain Those before you are waiting To see you again Don't fear the reaper You won't be alone He's coming to guide you On your journey home Copyright © Walt Page 2018

I am a poet I make music with my words My thoughts become the lyrics My heart keeps the beat My life forms the melody And I find my peace again ©Walt Page 2017

They're only words in my notebook Unpublished words from deep in my heart Words that were written, not yet worth a look Words that have poured out, where do I start? Words about love and words about life They come in between my now and my then Sometimes they make sense, more often they don't But they're words in my notebook, words that I wrote So many feelings, so many thoughts Some that have meaning, some that do not So I pick and I choose which ones to use Some will be winners, some will just lose My words in my notebook Are mine to enjoy And one day I'll share some But for now there they'll stay Copyright © 2017 Walt Page