Counted on, but don’t come through
Stuck in just one point of view
Never sure of what to do
To justify the means
Mind is racing, spinning wheels
We’ll never know the pain he feels
The alternative, has less appeal
And doesn’t come with laughter
Only tears and big regrets
Not knowing where to place his bets
He constantly wonders why he let
His loved one get away

The Ocean has no conscience,
no judgment, joy, or hate

She dances with you to her beat
in stirring waves of fate

With reverence you may enter
all blessings on the day

But just one slip and she reminds
what ancient mariners say…

“Red sky at morning, sailors take warning
red sky at night, sailors delight”

Her message best taken when early to bed
life in the balance, her power to dread

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: June, 2022)

Till life retires me I won’t retire
all cries to uncles stalled
And won’t slow down or buy the farm
till Abraham has called

My will as though a five-year-olds
wild and dancing free
Those trees of life I’ve yet to climb
still calling out to me

The view much clearer though ladder worn
from high atop myself
With passions free and burning hot
each thought more deeply felt

Somewhere a bugle waits for me
an Angel standing by
To blow my name when time abates
—upon whose wings I’ll fly

(Beaupre: June, 2022)