The Road Along The Way
Each day just seems to come and go a pace
and I still struggle with the human race
What fools we be and practice to retain
still silent crying in the chilling rain
Errors and mishaps we litter our life
seemingly bent on all this war of strife
Yet among the discarded we oft find gold
and quietly hold it close as we grow old
Time flows on and we drift a pace still
seeking that which we may find our fill
Treasures of the most worn mortal soul
are more then enough to make one whole
We bow to a higher power we oft can’t fit
comfortably into a conscience happy to sit
So we go and so time flows and all moves on
and we await the coming of that last dawn
BREAKFAST
Fry bread with butter and cinnamon/honey
Ham steaks
Breakfast Sirloin
Bacon
Eggs (your way)
Pancakes
Waffles
Cheesy Hashbrowns (a treat)
Toast
Jams and Jellies and Marmalade
Coffee
Milk
Juices
Cereals (hot and cold)
Hot rolls
Bony Appetite!