In every union, there’s a better half;And, in acknowledgement, no need to laugh.But I’ve a question few will ever do;That is: what is the better half of you?You must admit the question is quite fair;Which side of you would you most like to share?Okay, that is your good side, but,
Our history has followed one evoking plot:That every time “What if?” was asked, we’d voice “Why not?”Each ‘firm belief’ we had would soon be proven wrong;We’d prove the term ‘it can’t be done’ did not belong.We never stopped to marvel—everything was ‘now!’We’d swiftly set about improving it somehow.So one thing
Beyond the biological dictates one knows,There’s more to being grandma than one might suppose.Just like each stage of life, she’s given ways to live,Which comes down to precisely how she wants to give.To give, most people think you first determine what,Which well may be determined by just what you’ve got.But
It’s nice to have a Valentine’s Day,Just think of what you then can say,I mean, in any kind of wayThat voices what you would convey.Okay—so we are not kids –so?And technically, you are a No!But Valentines are safe bets though,To simply let affection show.With great elan, we play the game;The
I would not have wanted it this way,Being here, with you so far away.Memories are giving me, at least,Precious moments on which I can feast.Time and distance then are dimmed somewhatEasing this life in which I’ve been caught.Loving you remains my heart’s desire,In which there’s an undiminished fire.Saying that “I
I have said this before, and I say it again…Happy New Year!With the smile that I wore, back when I said it then,Happy to cheer!Don’t bother to smirk, thinking once more’s too much,For if it is to work, have that warm human touch,For it cannot be said by you, if
With all due respect, I do not think I’m asking too much;For all I am asking is you have a positive touch.Most likely, each day is predictably one of routine;And whether it’s school, work, whatever, that’s all that is seen.So day after day after day after day it is always
I am sorry you missed the Depression back whenWe supposedly were Oh, so desperate then.I agree that it was a realistic bad time—Where you could have heard daily “Can you spare a dime?”But what you would have seen was the national mood;It was anything but one that cowered and brewed.We
Who is that coming down the stair,Tip-toeing softly to my chair,Clad in pajamas, pink and bright,Coming to kiss her Dad good night.Littlest angel in disguise,Trying to take me by surprise,Breathless with laughter, pert and smart,Welcoming love with all her heart.The final rush and delighted squeal,The living proof that love is
I really do not think I should be telling you,Where do I get off telling you just what to do?For what I was about to mention, you know well;So it is obviously nonsensical to tell.But I am one who likes to see the good things last;So, while Christmas is over,
The author Dickens did not have to make up Scrooge;That type had been around forever, like as not.Nor did he have to invent Cratchit as a stooge;For some example of him we can see a lot.So human nature can be seen as rubber stamps,There is not one which any author
Okay, you hate the Jews, so you don’t need to lie;But there are many factors here which must apply.So now before you take a stance, and hoist a cry,You must, in all sincerity of mind, state… Why!This is ‘the down and dirty time’ I must persist;I’m hoping that your mind-set’s
If you believe in God, alert to greed and sin,How often have you wondered this: Where has He been?”The truth is this—He’s been around more than you think,If He were there in front of you, He’d simply wink.That wink would tell you—look around, if you need proof,For there’s enough, decidedly,
I know that in your mind you understand the words you read,And that is most important in this realm of human need;But how you then interpret them, in what they mean to you,May change the author’s intent altogether…oh!, so true!So take a bit more time in reading Christmas cards you
So our Thanksgiving HolidayIs just another work-filled day,Because, at least, you get a perkBecause somebody has to work.That latter part, you must confess,Is what, each year, you must address.They do not have to ask you twiceBecause the extra pay is nice,Of course, there is the family touch–They never see, of
What validates Thanksgiving in your mind;I mean, it’s innate value, so consigned?For how you look at it denotes its worth;Perhaps conscripting knowledge of its birth.May I suggest, however, my own view,Where our Thanksgiving is observed anew.For had it not been for the most devout,This holiday would not have come about.But
I wish I could tell you how nice this has been,No, really…I mean it…I’m glad I was here.So nice that I wouldn’t know where to begin—I’m not that familiar with what you call cheer.I hope I’m around at this same time again,And hope they remember me, as I will them.I
Each day, or week, or month. Or year,Will have those moments you endear,Which means you know them, and will makeThe effort needed each will takeTo have it worth the effort then,Proscribing it be done again.It’s true, some are as you had planned,Though valuable, please understand,These aren’t what you’ll remember most’The
In life, we forge the chains which either link or bind,We like to think we’ve done our best, the future sure to find,But we are not the judge—that will be done by those in time.Who knew us not, oblivious to what we had to climb.You will be judged on what
Since you are new here, thought I’d call to check you out—To see how you are doing. You are just aboutTo witness and enjoy what they call Halloween,And let me say it’s not like anything you’ve seenBefore. Too bad we had to have those changes madeBefore we came here. But,
