(c) Kathleen L. Hicks

What does it matter ...
If the water we drink is unclean;
If the air we breathe is polluted;
If the foods we eat are tainted;
If ocean life sheds its dead upon the shores;
If the news we get is fake;
If the parade of life is led by the unfit;
If the voices of reason grow weak;
If humanity fails to assist those in need;
If our possessions are what counts;
If self is our only focus;
If logic escapes our power to reason;
If apathy reins in our head and heart;
If eyes fail to see and ears serve as deaf;
If minds are no longer open;
If these concerns hold no importance to the masses,
We have met the enemy and it is us.

(C) Kathleen L. Exton

That your face is the one I seek;
That your laugh is the one that tickles me;
That your smile is what melts my heart;
That your eyes color my every mood;
That your body sparks my every desire;
That you are my true definition of love;
And, is it any wonder?

On your life's journey,
Don't miss the many side streets
For all the best sights.

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

Please don't think for a moment;
In fact, don't think at all.
To find rest at the end of your busy day,
'Tis much better not to recall!

Shoulda, coulda and woulda
At night are best left alone.
Now, just carry on and do your best.
Things will right, you will see, on their own.

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

From the moment you decide to take a ride
On the Merry-Go-Round of love,
You must be prepared for its ups and downs
And the music and lights above.

It's all quite exciting and filled with thrills
As long as the ride is smooth
But the horse you are on has much to do
With how long the ride may prove.

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

Today I leave you in good hands; I'll come back my little man.
But while I'm off in distant lands; take good care of Mommy,
And take good care of you.

You're my homeland soldier boy, and on this day our troops deploy.
Now this is what I ask of you:  take good care of Mommy,
And take good care of you.

She'll take on jobs that I would do.
She'll do so much to see us through.
She's special both to me and you.
Please take good care of  Mommy.

I ask you to be brave and strong, to do your part to get along.
Your picture's in my pocket;  I'll write home soon to you.

America stands ready; we've done it through the years.
For love of home and country; for those who live in fear.
For liberty and freedom, to live the life we know,
I'm proud to do my duty son; this is why I go.

Now give me that brave salute, a great big hug, and son,
Take good care of you and take good care of Mom.

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

Sometimes it seems my circuits are all just broke.
No, don't laugh!  I makes this not a joke.
My brain still sits there in its very own space.
Perhaps it can't relate to my ever changing face.

The years from eight to eighty take its toll, it's true.
The face we started out with may lose it's glowing hue.
The wisdom lines grow deeper, and soon our secret's out;
The brain can be quite tricky and often we're in doubt,

I sometime sense my gears "upstairs" are turning rather slow
But oiling's not an option; that much we all know.
Perhaps my many synapses are waving to and fro,
But I shall call up new ones to multiply and grow.

You sorta think you know what is stored up in your head,
But when I need a recall, it's shooting blanks instead!
I'd really like to know what is going on up there.
Perhaps it's getting cold from my recent loss of hair.

Of course, I understand as I continue on life's track,
Perhaps a brand new Circuit Board would bring my good brain back.
I plan to look into it, but I think it's not today.
I'm pretty sure I will find help, if someone points the way!








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