A turkey leg's delicious
with potatoes, it is grand
veggies are nutrious
have  it in your head, to plan;
Just what to eat and when
portions are the things to count
when in doubt, eat less
just have the right amount
it eliminates the stress.
Eat well and please, be merry
a steak with mashed potatoes
with a glass of frothy sherry
perhaps a salad with tomatoes.
Eat just what you crave
and do not over eat
your not livimg in some cave
we want you slim and neat!

I don't know how to end a story, don't see when the plot has died
Especially when it's a good scene, and the mood is always just right
The sun is setting- there's lovers on the beach, the future stands before them with nothing out of reach
Maybe that's not in the cards they pulled, I should let the story line fade out, but that makes me physically ill,
"They belong together" I shout-
And I'll stall the scene with every breathe, hoping hope can out-write loves death

A Handcart and a Ring 
 
A man I knew had a handcart and became self-employed
I often saw him in the town with a load of parcels and sometimes furniture
He was a contented man. 
One day, on his way to the railway station, the wheel of his cart came off
four suitcases fell into the street.
So, what to do? 
He traced his steps and soon found the missing pieces that kept the wheel 
on the axle, but he also found an expensive diamond ring 
he put it in his pocket as he was occupied with fixing the wheel 
and get his load of suitcases to the railway station 
In the paper, he read about a lady who had lost a dear ring
he contacted her via the paper, and she was happy, 
she didn’t give him any money because, as she said, honesty has its reward 
The people at the paper thought this was too mean for words
made a collection and handed the kind man the money. 
A Picture of him and his cart, the paper, and a nice story for the paper to sell. 
when too old to push his cart around, he became a poet of the small things in life 
and not about  the life of aristocrats

I met two couples today
caught behind love’s curtain

one eighty-five and eighty-three
other twenty-one and twenty-three

twin flames
one a waning
a dim hospital wing

dual embers
both a growing
a sunlit park

I always said I wanted
the love of age
that testament faltered today

Sometimes circumstance victimizes you
and you just cannot do anything.
Whether you were at fault
or someone else culpable.
Whether in a single woosh of breeze
or it took a series of connected events.
At such times,
you just cannot do anything
you can neither justify
nor whinge about it.