Heavy
10 February 2021

Weights of the world shouldered some days,
Pain, sorrow, unkindness, full play.
Friends far away caught in a crowd,
Voices lost to others too loud.
Needing that gentle hand and touch,
Sharing the struggle that became too much.
Age and time take huge toll,
Heavy on even an angel’s soul.
Finding the strength to carry on,
Looking for light, tomorrow’s dawn,
You are the strength that I need,
That last found gentle sweet seed.
Valentine’s day, love's in your deeds.

Sleep
Political Sympathies
4 February 4, 2021

Retired I have few urgent issues.
Of course, health always brings tissues.
Without help you understand,
Could use another hand.
Hiring would cost a grand,
Will I win with a stand?
Wouldn’t that be grand,
I think I hear a band!
What a great man.

There are times a plan must be laid.,
Agreement on games to be played,
Chasing for parts that are  late,
I try to be calm as I wait,
Are cookies left on that plate?
Wondering what is the date?
Seems this is my fate.

In the middle there is some tension.
Did I read any of the instruction?
The scratch on my thumbs,
Might seem minor to some,
But now I am numb,
Some think I am dumb,
No wonder it’s  not done.

Sleep is out of the question..

Joy
1 February 2021

You bring such beautiful joy,
You bring love and peace,
You bring life and happiness.
Thank you.
You bring such beautiful joy.
And that is not the least.

Reaching Out
30 January 2021

Stretching arms, breaking through the dark,
Remembering times in a country park.
Listening to the melodies of our past,
Making those moments live and last.
Time to laugh, love, and sing,
Together, time is fleet and on the wing.
Reaching out for you.

The Rendering
29 January 2021

And so we pay out the ends,
Making something profitable,
From other than bankruptcy.
Emptied, we are alone whole,
When all else lies ruined.
Turning the wheel fate,
Leaves what we have left,
For the next as yet unseen.
You can have it all.
My need no longer calls.
Spend yours well while,
It is fresh and young.
Yet to spoil, unhung.

Look at Me

My countenance,
my mien
says
leave
me
alone.
It says I am stoic,
stone-faced. Shut
down.
All doors are locked.
Do not enter.
No trespassing-
but it's all a farce.
I need you.
I need somebody,
here,
now.  
I'm no good on my own.
Truly.
I'm no good at all.