"How Lovely"To speak my mind,
at all
with most I find,
lost somewhere in its jest
as aways.
Separating friends from all the rest.
Making some like rabbits
spring,
ungrudgingly onward!
Oh! How sharp the serpents sting!
For truth cannot always be just,
in truth,
some people's fragile bubbles burst.
The ability to laugh at one's own
foibles,
in retrospect,
eliminates few of life's troubles.
If indeed a fool I am,
lead me to the slaughter,
much as that proverbial lamb.
For if to all your feelings show,
how lovely
the world and all would grow!
9/3/80
A night to remember
for sure
my friend!
Gives rise to
hopes
it will end.
Again I greet
the rising
early morning light.
Amid piles of guilt
heaped on me
by both last night.
Between a rock and
a hard place
as the old saying goes
Makes you wish
for the days of old.
When you could
just sit in a corner
counting your toes!
9/22/84
The fleeting thought,
the urge to trace.
A Sunday smile on a
Monday face.
Never missed 'til
absense...stressed!
The lovely face on which
it rested.
8-11-84
When pushed to heights
of great despair.
I find myself
in this old chair.
Alone! And for the
first time lonely.
An lots of buts
and what if only!!
5/3/79
