A Blank Page


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I sat here staring at a blank page
words would not come it seemed for an age
and when they did they did not make sense
nor would they rhyme under any pretense
for writing a poem requires some thought
and must be something the mind has sought
rarely do words just fall into place
instead require thinking at a steady pace
a little change here and a tweak over there
in order to write something I’m willing to share
for it has to be right and has to rhyme
otherwise I feel like I’m wasting my time
and to post something bad only makes it worse
as I am not satisfied with writing bad verse
instead I will give up writing for today
and go out in the yard and the garden to play
and hope that the next time I try
the words will flow freely and we end on a high.

Written 4/13/2018

Thinking About Life and Death…


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How strange it is that truth be told
that when we grow so very old
our concepts and our outlooks change
just like we are playing out a game
there are no sides no choice to make
there are no winners for anyone’s sake
it matters not how you were born
man or woman rich or poor
or how you lived the life you had
whether good or sometimes bad
or if you had a God on high
somewhere up there in the sky
or if you ate the proper food
and exercised when in the mood
or took long walks to try to stay fit
even when you would rather sit
making the effort to prolong your life
staying clear of trouble and strife
and yet one day you will wake up dead
with nothing more that can be said
that you tried to beat impossible odds
that no one before even your God
has been able to do though many have tried
and history has proved and has not lied
that Man’s time on this earth is limited to
a few score years we know is true
and no one likes the bottom line
even over the course of time
our lives are over in the blink of an eye
we hardly have time to say goodbye
before a new life takes our place
joining as part of the human race
to lead the life that we once just lived
and in our hearts we must forgive
as the human life is a fragile thing
before our spirits start to sing
to live out our time within the wind
blown gently by Nature as she takes us in
the bottom line the truth be told
we are no different as we behold
we are a part of what Nature provides
no different than others who preside
here on this Earth that we call home
for a short while until we are done.

The Past…


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I do not weep for times gone by
instead I view my life with joy
the many years spent on this earth
the good, the bad, sadness and mirth
for all of the moments I have lived
knowing that my life I give
to caring for me and my pets
for no one else except maybe my vet
can give them the love that they deserve
as answer back, never a word.

I lead a very selfish life
no wife to cause me untold strife
I come and go just as I please
and spend my money in varying degrees
on whatever I fancy at the time
nothing for me is out of line
I do not justify the cost
because for me, I am the boss
I write the checks and pay the bills
and no one else in my life to fulfill.

Do I like the way I live
I really do have lots to give
but to share my life in that way
and another person having a say
in what I do and whatever the time
and someone else spending my dime
it’s been too long to change the score
over twenty years and more
and just like my pet, the one in a fix
you just can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

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.

Thoughts on a Cloudy Day…


dsc_4626I sat staring out of the window
but not really seeing
my mind was a thousand miles away
in some far off distant universe
a thousand thoughts going through my mind
but not concentrating on any of them
it was a though my mind was in re-wind
with countless times and places
and people, many people with faces
all staring back at me.

Were they ghosts of my past
come back to haunt me
or fond memories of times long gone
in younger years
or are they memories of pleasant times
when youth was taken for granted
and we would never grow old.

My dog jumped onto my lap
shaking me out of this reverie
bringing me back to the present
and as I look out the window
I can no longer see the myriad of faces
of people from long ago.

Instead I see lush green foliage
sadly in need of trimming
waiting for Mother Nature
to inflict her frozen sword
and I see rain, not heavy but still rain
under the cloudy skies of a December day.

Thinking about everything and nothing…


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Wildflowers in Spring

The sun is shining at last
as the ice melts from my roof
and the temperature slowly climbs
above the freezing where it has been
with weather we have not seen
or experienced as we have this year.

We are not used to cold this late
as normally our spring would start
but Nature has gone a little askew
and we suffer the residue
of the poor folks up North
who have to dig out each time it snows
and when the winter wind blows
their weather down through the land
until it settles in our great state
spoiling our expectations of late.

I notice I feel the cold
much more as I grow old
and wish for much warmer climes
and know that I only have to wait
a short while as the temperature will climb
very quickly to where it will soon be
as high as one hundred and three
and maybe even higher yet
here in Texas.

Today is one of those days
where I am marking time
my visit to the doctors tomorrow
requires preparation on my part
which I am waiting to start
later this afternoon
the end result for me will be
a little incapacity
which will not allow me to stray
very far anywhere today.

So I sit and write of the thoughts in my head
the weather for one which is high on my list
nothing I can do to change it so
to plan around it is the way to go
and know that in a couple of days
I will be as right as rain
and the weather will cooperate
and let me get back out in the yard
the work to complete
as we get ready for the Spring.

I Can Remember When…


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I can remember when
as a young man
I could run and jump
and play hard without fear
and make love

I can remember when
the world was a place
full of wonder and promise
and everything was new
and a challenge

I can remember when
time stretched out ahead
as though for eternity
and growing old
was for others

I can remember when
the beauty of a woman
was a thing to be revered
and raised passion and feelings
and urges desperate to fulfill

I can remember when
every pet I have lost
and the grief I felt
only to be replaced
by other pets

I can remember when
a life full of promise
waiting to be lived
there for the taking
with both hands

I can remember when
all of the love I have shared
with women who loved me back
only for it to fade
and die

Now I am grateful that
I can still remember when.