However short or long your lifetime is right nowThere have been some events of which you’ve made a vowYou do not want, in any sense, to see again,,At any time, no matter what, or where, or when.The strange part is, each of them will but fade in time,And dim the
Our science says it knows when flowers first evolved;But there are many questions which must be resolved.“Evolved from what?” is the first question we must ask.You can’t evolve from nothing, (taking science to task).In Nature, everything is functional, bar none;So what were flowers for, at first, when said and done?And
When you were just a kid, with all that childhood stuff,Were you aware you were a diamond in the roughAnd, like a diamond, measured for potential worth,A lengthy process that began before your birth.But this does not relate to fame and fortune here;Your “average” life has been the diamond, accents
In searching how our ancestors had lived and died,We always looked for evidence they could not hide.To know how they existed, and on what they fed,Would always come to this—how did they treat their dead?No matter their primeval state, to each his own,Respect and honor, even love, was aptly shown.It’s
Today, some primeval mentality persists;Perhaps with some sophistication, it exists.The most successful hunter-gatherers stood tall,And soon would find that they were ruling over all.What this high status did for egos was not taught;Some good, some bad, some praiseworthy, some not.But this had far-reaching effect on everything;Eventually fomenting gains for queen
Describing it in any other way, there’s none;No matter what way you may try, there’s only one.In having favorites, many tales are spun,Especially of a competition you have won.Of all our human acts, when all is said and done,This one activity has had the longest run.There’s no activity that beats
If I had never seen a cloud-filled skyAnd watched as images evolved, to plyImagination, meaning I had missedThese reveries so pleasing to the eye.How could I know that they, in fact, exist?Once seen in Nature, no one could denyCompared to sight words hardly satisfy,For neither could you just presume to
Try knocking on the door of Opportunity;She’s almost always in—as nice as nice can be.She can be disconcerting, seems to never blink,But she expects the same from you—to make you think.Then, often, when she speaks, it’s hard to hear her though;And that’s when she’ll be saying what you need to
So if I wave, will you wave back?I mean, you’re white and I am black.Would you just walk on by, quite grave,Pretending not to see me wave?The seat next to me on the trainIs empty, as commuters gain.The seat stays empty. Why is that?Do you think you’d be forced to
(Monday, April 21 this year)The concept of freedom, to have and to hold,To most of the world has no chance to unfold.Reality patterns its days to extreme;Thus making the concept of freedom a dream.What freedom they have will be tightly controlled;Existing and doing just what they are told.So freedom to
I cannot sing much, and I don’t do it well,But here I must sing, in attempting to tellTo all here assembled the love I now feelFor making their friendliness being so real.The human equation will often mislead,A friendliness shown that is based on the need;The atmosphere then will be less
What matters most in life? How can one know?What I may think may not be yours at all.In fact, I doubt there is an average call,But then, it does present a challenge though.Regardless, it’s intriguing, even so;No single one would all of us enthrall,The depth into which all opinions fallPrevents
The absolute in dangerous human traits is greed!It has so many facets, it well may be a creed.No matter where or when, or how or why, it thrives;It is a certainty, it touches all our lives.The greed factor exists in other ways than take;It leads a healthy life in methods
All Leprechauns are ambidextrous, with a twist;They’re really all left-handed, a fact most often missed.Just when you think you’ve caught one, he will throw his right—But with his left throw pixie dust—he’s out of sight!Not only does he vanish, your memory is gone.You don’t remember him at all, but blunder
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
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
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
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
