“My old shoes” by Eureka C. Bianzon

Staring on the table my converse laid Tough and happiest times we've made Through thick and thin we've been together My old shoes I'll treasure in my life forever Got a funny looks from the dirty stains Grayish hues from dust and dried paints No one knew the kind of life we've been through Yet …

“Creative Hands” by Eureka C. Bianzon

Mystery of an art from an artist touch Can't be seen by the naked eye that much Nor the deep meaning is so hard to understand How the sendeth soul lives in his creative hands The beauty of art he crafted, splendor things he made On each plain and obsolete things, colorful life he gave …