This book is written by an Everyman, a person who has traveled through the ups and downs of life, with his eyes wide open and his heart exposed. The eyes have seen too much. The heart has taken a few hits.
It started with a poem. One poem reflecting a single thought. Then a second and a third and a fourth. The poems span a period and, in themselves, have become a reflection of the writer, me.
The observations are not so unusual. It is unusual, however, I guess, to maintain a printed word of the journey.
