Today, hammers ring out, rhythmic banging in the hands of workmen
renewing gutters and down pipes,
many times I wielded a hammer too, in past reincarnations of a work life.
Now, my fingers, like so many small hammers, fall heavy onto the keyboard, punching letters, hoping to make some sense, out so much nonsense. My twisted muscles would complain with too much pain and discomfort, if I were foolish enough to pick up a hammer, so I resist the temptation as much as I can, and reminisce about past life lived with so much vigour and carefree good health, when time was other than today.

Giving in to something is a silly process
an insult to all that I have ever said and done.
But I am here to stay if you will have me
Because I am going to write, that is what I want to do
So until the sun ceases to shine, till the rains run dry
until the birds in the sky are unable to fly
I will write like the wind, fly like a bird and have fun.
If that is okay by you?

To the guitarist perusing the fretboard in boring , endless combinations , my ninety dollar ticket for a migraine headache in the back row.. For the artist throwing paint on canvas and decreeing this art I offer my head scratching amusement . To the 'gifted hands of the physician' whirling poor people into the river of bankruptcy I've nothing but scorn ...
To the Garbageman and the 'Street Sweeper' my lifelong admiration ...
For the 'Laborer' and 'Ditch Digger' my endearing praise , 'twould be an honor to have a 'Janitor' occupy the crown of my dinner table on any day !

I was hungry. Starving, actually.
I spied an apple in an apple tree,
It looked so very good to me,
Though it was high as it could be.
So I took a ladder to the tree,
And climbed it, oh, so carefully,
And when I was close as close could be,
I reached out, but it was plain to see,
That a worm got there ahead of me!

But I used to hear my Granny say,
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away."
So I climbed down, and what can I say,
I ate the apple anyway!

PwL  3/13/16

Be very careful in choosing your friends
They’re not always as they seem
Some would stand by you even in the desert storm
Some would sell your soul for thirty silver coins