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As our families seek to know ourselves and each other, Our guide (Dad, Uncle, Cousin, or maybe just friend)  continues to lend his thoughts to help us along the way

Bruce E. Frost (Son).


Taking a Look ~ Here and Back

That is what I have done and it
causes me to wonder. I have asked myself
this question time and time again.
Who am I? Why am I here?

All of my life, I have been backward
on the outside, what I mean is amongst others.
That applies to myself as a youngster
and into my present years.

I am not putting myself down as I
see it. I look at it as facing the truths about
myself. I don’t understand me,
and yet I do. There you go.

I remind myself of an old radio/tv
program ~ “I Led Two Lives”. That was a good one!
That’s me, but not as a hero ~
quite the opposite ~ outside.

I was, am, afraid of speaking out.
Well, just a bit better now than earlier. There
is something about my ID that pulls and pushes
I think, depending on my aloneness.


When I am alone, really alone, I think
deeply into my Inner self, others and life. I assess
myself, yes, I chide Myself on what
I have done or not done and ask myself,


So yes, I lead two lives. Why is it that I cannot
make them gel, come together to make me one person?
This is where I go back to once more ask,
Who am I? Why am I Here?

Do I have a special role to play in this life,
this Universe? I don’t mean to infer that I am
special, tho I guess we all are in a way.
We all have our idiosyncrasies.

The Lord knows I have mine. I guess
I will leave them for someone else to talk about.
Now, hear me dear reader of this
concoction of words.

If you know me and follow what I have writ
you maybe understand what I am about. I am not sure
yet that I do. Seems like all that I have
writ here is not meaningful at all.

Still, it bothers me, more than a bit,
that I can sit at my writing machine and pour out
words, some of which come from
I don’t know where.

Then, I step into the real world and become ~ mute.
Back and forth I wander, between two worlds, so it seems
to me, my friend. Does any human know:
WHO I am? or WHY I am here?


If I have a mission in this Universe,
Or am I doing my job ~ or tying it up as complete?
If so I’ll be happy ~ I’ll stay
with it a while.

O’ one thing I might mention while I’m on the stump

Keep love in your heart for your fellow man
Be he in rags or in riches, up or be down
One never knows, which one you will be
It could be a pauper, or, one of renown

You See?

Copyright © 2010 Charles E. Frost
January 19 2010


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Changing Times

At the age of 93, he was still open to learning ~ still open to change.

Changing Times

The hour hand just plods along,
The minute hand speeds up the march,
The second hand rushes on.
They work together to make the day.
And so go we — hour on hour,
To follow the clock of time.
Should we pattern our life that way,
Never changing — just plod along,
As the hour hand on the clock?
Let’s take a moment now and then,
To look ahead — to see what’s new.
Don’t set a pattern and forget it
As we set the clock of time,
Our life’s patterns are ever changing.
We must change
With the changing times.

Copyright © 2009 Charles E. Frost
February 28, 2009

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Here I am at age ninety-eight still trying to scratch
My way back to the womb, the place of my birth
And the time. I’ve heard it said that memory may
Begin in the womb. That maybe so, for its worth.

Should that be, I thought it important to me, until,
I gave it a bit more thought. What ever came about
To tear my mother and father apart is most likely,
Much better forgot; I’ll go back, to age ninety-eight.

There, I’ve drawn smarts from my account of gains
Through the years by deposits of forgives and forgets.
Those moves that I’ve made, I will not ever regret.
Nor ever forget what I’ve learned in just ninety-eight.

Ninety-eight have past, I will take what I’ve gained
Through my life time deposits and share it all through
The recall of my memories. To my Mother and Father
Who are no longer apart ~ I will be with you in our time.


Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
August 17, 2013

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Traveling highways and byways to me are a joy.
I have covered many miles through the country
as a man and a boy. When I was young my like
was for hiking and biking where-ever, far or near.

My foster father, Dad to me, took real long walks.
At times he asked me to go along with him. It was
Ok once in a while, but my bike riding called me
away. As years flew by, I graduated to cars.

Now, I was free as a bird. You might say I flew.
I covered the miles over country roads that I knew
from my dreams. The car and the country, mine.
Neither possession of the car or freedom lasted.

Back in school but that went the same route. I quit.
No – I am not proud of that now, but man, am I
learning a lot. The years have sped by and for my
Wife and I, we found our highway to heaven

Right here at Ledgecrest on Wild Meadow Road,
near a mountain top and a pathway leading up!
This could be a resting place, before reaching
Our final abode.

Copyright 2013 Charles E. Frost
July 12, 2013

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Silent Shadows

The light of dawn is breaking
Casting shadows o’er the ground,
Another day is in the making
Silent shadows moving around.

Sitting at his picture window
Is a lifetime friend of mine,
He waves a hand and smiles
As I pass by, a smile benign.

He’s there to sit and dream
I know, I’ve seen it, I ken,
When I pass by today, he
Will be still, sleeping again.

I am happy that he’s found
It as his favorite bit of earth,
I would speak words profound
Of the area, to me, its worth.

You see, I am, that friend of mine
That of my fellow man, I sit by
My window of life daily to greet
And help you if need be.

You and I are shadows of a kind.

Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
June 30, 2013

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The following writing has been around for many years. I find it timeless and have decided to include it here on my blog. It is followed by my response to its thought-provoking words:

Growing Old

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don’t agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend. I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but looks so avante garde on my patio.

I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m. and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50’s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love … I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.

And I shall eat dessert every single day.

Author Unknown

To The Author Unknown – A Response to Growing Old

This was sent to me in 2007 by a friend with the following words: May our friendship never come apart especially when it’s straight from the heart! May you always have a rainbow of smiles on your face and in your heart forever and ever!

Friends forever!

With regards to ‘Growing Old’, I offer the following response:

To the author Unknown,

I somehow know, I think it is the will of our God, that there are words for me to write here. I, being on the rim edge of ninety-eight years of age and am entitled to a word or two in response. That is easy.

I fully concur with the writing of the unknown. Hold up now, I have had my doubts, here and there, along the way. Always, on reflection tho, I have gotten a nudge from a quarter that lies deep within my soul, a loving God. “ Stop and think” It comes from a silent voice I know well. ‘ You know who and what you are ‘. Yes I do and I will go on as I know I should. I will follow the path You laid out for me. It’s been a rocky road of winding crooks and deep valleys of troubles and disappointments but I have for the most part come through them smiling, unscathed and go on.

The Unknown Author has described a normal lifetime, I would not argue any point that has been made in an attempt, to lessen it’s impact on the whole

Old Age is a Gift from God

Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
April 25, 2013

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I sit here at my computer tapping away at the keys
Thinking and dreaming of what was and what may be.
Looking back, I had my ups and downs, I guess my share,
Of the pickings. In the end I’d say, I’ve been treated fair.

The good Lord above chooses our lifetime starts and stops,
What we are and what we will be and all the in-between.
I will not complain. I’ll go on to dream and think a lot
Of all that I may be if I follow His lead to the top.

The swift moving hand of time moves on. I am still around
And thankful to my God for all He has given me, a family
When I had none and more. He gave me love, we are bound Together forever and ever. Please God, Bless our family tree.

The growing tree is a shelter against the vagaries of a lifetime.
There will be no one alone to withstand any test brought about
By any storm or waves of anger from without, against branch or
Leaf of our tree. Our roots are long, deep and won’t pull out.

We withstood the starts and stops
What we were and are
And whatever we will be.
We pray to you, our God

Please bless and preserve our family tree.

Copyright 2013 Charles E. Frost
April 15, 2013

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