My Slow Brain…


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As my brain slowly goes bad
it makes me feel so very sad
that things I can no longer recall
even though they are very small
things like names and dates and times
involving dollars and nickels and dimes
are gone and even though I try
my very thoughts seem to deny
that the subject in hand I ever knew
as recalling my thoughts are very few.

I try to compensate for my brain
by writing things down to keep me sane
so I can use it to recall
whenever my brain is feeling small
or retracing my steps from whence I came
in order to jog my stupid brain
for when I get to where I am going
my brain has forgotten the reason for showing
appointments like doctors and dentists and such
are carefully logged as my fingers touch
the keys to my laptop being sure to record
the whose, why’s and when’s in the proper accord.

Actually things are not really that bad
its true I get a little sad
when my brain is slow and seems in decline
but give it some time and the gears start to wind
and slowly but surely the thoughts reappear
which makes me feel full of good cheer
as the brain is not dead but just being slow
the thoughts and words take longer to show
there is still life in this old brain
true its never quite the same
as when I was a younger fellow
now I am much more mellow
and everything I do takes time
walking, talking and thinking these lines.

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Fifty Years and Counting…


dsc_4586It is fifty years since I set sail
far away from that distant shore
leaving behind all I had known
hoping my dream was not alone.

I had no reason that I should leave
away from the land that I called home
but given the chance for a future untold
a new land to visit and behold.

My Mother was there to welcome me
along with those of my family
pleased that we had decided to come
to make our American family as one.

Fifty years have passed since that day
my Mother has also passed away
the family has grown and to pastures new
all that remains are memories so few.

As I look back to that day
when a new life before us lay
I think how different if we had stayed
what other games we might have played.

The past is something come and gone
and we have to keep moving on
decisions made are there to stay
as time marches along the way.

If I could do it over again
would I still have travelled all this way
to spend my life in a country so new
the answer to that is I haven’t a clue.

 

 

Remembering…


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It seems to me as I grow Old
I remember things that I was told
years ago when I was young
things Fathers say to a son.

Most of them are in my mind
thoughts remembered of all kinds
about girls and guns and football games
and growing up and carrying his name.

Hunting tips and fishing lures
what to take the best of cures
for drinking too much and feeling the pain
that happens when you lose the game.

Words of wisdom of the kind
to help get past a difficult time
that being old and knowing so well
things that only time can tell.

Did I listen to my Dad
as he passed along what words he had
to help me as I grew old
knowing that I couldn’t be told.

Probably some words got through
saving me from mistakes anew
but others forgotten at the time
and the consequences were all mine.

When I look back at what he said
and think of the life that I lived instead
with things my way without a thought
of the things that He had taught.

One bad thing with being young
is we knew it all when we had fun
even though we heard the word
to us they sounded so absurd.

Now I am old and time passed by
I think of the words he did cry
and now understand just how wise
for he was not telling me lies.

If I had only been as smart
to listen and heed with my heart
life would have been a much simpler task
for those whose lives touched mine in the past.

My Dad is long gone from this life
away from the trials and the strife
but I remember the things he told
although too late for I’m much too old.

A Funny Old World, but not in an amusing way…


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We live in a funny old world except it is not an amusing place to be.

Our world is populated by man and beast and Nature and the three have been trying to cohabit for millions of years or at least, as long as man had walked on two feet. Prior to that, man and beast were pretty much equal and between them Mother Nature was able to hold her own.

Move along a few thousand years and man is now fully capable of not only walking upright but also has the ability to think. Once that happens, then the earth no longer lives in harmony. Man hunts beast and beast hunts Man and so Man dreams up bigger and better ways to hunt the beast. Man has not yet endangered the Earth but is thinking up ways to do so.

Another thousand years and Man has now learned not only how to hunt the beast to the point of extinction but has also raped the trees and forests to where it has started to affect our way of life. Man in his ever ongoing role to “modernize” the world and his all consuming greed and selfishness, is poisoning the atmosphere and the Earth is warming up.

Move along a couple of hundred years and many of the beasts are extinct caused by man and his incessant greed and the atmosphere is continuing to be poisoned by mans ignorance and failure to recognize the dangers. Man is now blaming man for the problems that both of them created. War is imminent.

A hundred more years, and most of the birds and animals are gone, victims of man’s greed and ignorance. Man’s numbers are also in decline due to the hotter temperatures and the unclean air, shortage of food and water, the rising sea levels and fighting with each other. Man is no longer in harmony with Mother Nature, the remaining animals and the fellow man.

A hundred years later, there is no man who, along with the animals and all things living including the plants and trees, has perished in the problems of man’s own making. The Earth is nothing but a barren planet too hot to live on and an atmosphere that is unbreathable, just like Mars.

Farewell Man and Beast and Mother Nature, Farewell Earth. It’s too late now…

Another Gloomy Day


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Another dull and gloomy day
too wet to go out and play
or to work in the yard or on the ponds
and finish the work that is taking too long.

Instead I sit inside and write
wielding the pen with all of my might
although I am not really using a pen
but something much more modern instead.

My computer now has become my sword
with it I can print out the word
and people can read what I write
much clearer than the pen and its might.

The words carry the same intent
regardless of the methods invent
as the computer is a writing device
and the words it prints are more concise.

Lucky for me they came along
for without it my pen would have no song
as clearly my writing no one can read
and my messages would be lost indeed.

So on my computer I scribble away
as fast as two fingers can make the play
and Spell Checker checks the words are correct
in case my fingers disconnect.

Actually, what can I say
I really like to write this way
and although my typing is not fast
the words I write I hope will last.

People can read and understand
the words I have written are not bland
and carry a message a story or two
be it truth or fiction, I haven’t a clue.

Working Outside


504_1920x1080_gloomy_dayI do not want to work outside
this gloomy day I cannot hide
no pleasure in working out in the yard
so gloomy and damp it makes it hard
to really enjoy this what I do
when the mud is collecting on my shoes
and everything around me is damp and wet
and my heavy jacket is making me sweat
but without it I would not stay dry
with the rain and fog in the sky
and everything is wet to the touch
and my gloves are soaked and hard to clutch
the tools I am using for the task
just one more and it will be the last
and back inside warm and dry
to look out the window at the grey skies.

Feeling Blue


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Sitting here and feeling blue
wondering what I should do
the weather outside is dull and grey
wishing the clouds would go away
patches of fog and everything damp
no sun in the sky, no warming lamp
everything hidden behind the clouds
not even the birds are making sounds
it’s one of those days to stay inside
and read a good book and let others decide
the fate of the world or my part of this land
or maybe the two go hand in hand
as others far more wiser than I
decides on the fate of who lives and who dies
for every decision these wise men make
touches all of us and in their wake
we hope better things for all of our sake
enough gloomy thoughts, what brought that on
must be the weather with its dull song
what can I do to be of good cheer
make a fuss of my pets whom I hold so dear
which always brings a smile to my face
as they dash around from place to place
excited that I should find the time
to pet and to play and then are resigned
that playtime is over and for them back to sleep
and for me back to writing my blog I must keep
the weather has not changed as it is still grey
but my mood has changed with the dogs as we played
much more cheerful now and not feeling blue
as I focus on writing this poem, just for you…