It is as busy as a bee because it is a bee;So why—oh, why—should it have anything to do with me?I certainly am not a flower, of most any sort,And I don’t think I smell like one which it would care to court.But let me try to sit outside, like
Our Labor Day’s not here yet, but…I have a feeling in my gutThat Christmas sales will then begin,Your dedicated greenbacks win.So Fall will fall, the trees unclad;With Halloween a passing fad.Thanksgiving comes, traditions-stored,Observed with what you can afford.Black Friday is not black—insteadYou are already in the red.I struggle with all
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,
Our science declares that we can surely pinThe dust we see at home is but dead skin.The trouble I perceive, what’s parlayed most,Is this: there’s no such creature as a ghost.But we’ve had haunted houses for all time,Most having creaky staircases to climb,Sans light, of course, unless it’s floating some,With
Truth and knowledge are unbeatable when paired,But only if and when their focal points are shared.As long as they are kept apart, in any way,The truth may be dismissed as rumor, shrugged away.And when you do not know the truth, have little choice,No way can you have an authoritative voice.Your
I know you cried for me upon my death,But now before you take another breath,Look back upon the life I tried to lead,Not just this time in which emotions feed;The little things which only you recall;Like those you always said were off the wall.In truth, the pain of death has
I did not know what love was—that’s the whole of it.I knew I felt inclined, but doubted, I admit.I wanted to be sure, but how was I to know?It was not fun not knowing just which way to go.Most of us, in our later years, are prone to sayAdmitting that
Most everything I used to do is now too tough.So I’ve been thinking. Yes, I know that’s dangerous stuff,But what else can I do—I’ve got to do it some…I sure don’t want you thinking now I’m getting dumb.So I’ve been thinking. Yes, I used to do that too.Now don’t get
If you don’t know the story of Coke, that’s a shame,For I feel that our lives should be seen much the same.The initial ingredients may have been great,But it lacked something, something, that would seal its fate.When that “something” was found. (just by accident, too),In effect. It became a great
You have heard this before, but I’ll say it with force,For the sake of humanity, bring back the horse.There are dozens of reasons, so little suspense,For the logic behind it makes simply good sense. The main thing, of course, it compels you to careFor a creature beside just yourself, and
You may capture the moment, just open your eyesWith the purpose in being appreciative and wise.All the life that you’re seeing around you is suchAll the best in the rest of the world may not touch.They may well seem quite modern, an up-to-date lot,But the subtle depths your freedom has,
Well, now, you’ve got to know that folks around these partsDon’t get the way they are just sitting on a stool.That means that horses aren’t much put behind the carts,The same that sunlight isn’t meant to keep you cool. We wear our caps the way they’re meant, to shade the
Most all of us habitually will saySomething like this: It’s such a gorgeous day!The day will be the kind you want to last,And you’ll think back on it when it has passed.But I think all these years we’ve missed the chanceTo really see our favorite days advance,If we decide to
A baby’s straight-through-plumbing meantThat when it had to go, it went.Fast-forward to an aging find,That now, it seems, you act in kind.For very soon you get to knowThat when you have to go, you go! © Richard Williams
“Lead us not into temptation” saith the Law;And therein lies the proof of mankind’s greatest flaw.Both greed and power feed on it to gain ascent;Evil would not exist if not temptation-bent. It seems that everything comes down to this, by choice.“Do I or not”, is often the unspoken voice.And oftentimes
You may capture the moment, just open your eyesWith the purpose in being appreciative and wise.All the life that you’re seeing around you is suchAll the best in the rest of the world may not touch.They may well seem quite modern, an up-to-date lot,But the subtle depths your freedom has,
With old age upon you, there’s no time to wait—You do things on impulse which turn out just great.The playground was empty, the swings sitting there—Oh, wasn’t it nice to again feel the air!Your grandson had left his skateboard on the step—Your neighbors keep asking where you got the pep!You
Perhaps not long ago, you never dreamedYou’d be here in a senior living place,Where such a possibility then seemedRemote, unheard of, not in any case. Your own infirmities dictated change,And helped to dictate just what kind of care.All through this period, which seemed so strange,You wondered if your life was
Americans do love their Independence Day,And celebrate it in their own self-chosen way.Traditions have been coined to help us celebrate,But otherwise the choice is ours, and so we state.What must be seen here is the independence vein;We do it our way, either join in or refrain.There are so many plaudits,
When you are told you can’t have this or can’t have thatYou’re being told, quite succinctly, you have no voice.For all your freedoms, every one, will tell you flatThe bottom line is that you have freedom of choice. Regardless what is being said, no matter what,Freedom of choice is what
