A great Day
This morning, although Monday has a jubilant
Feel, the wind is light, the winter sun warms
The balcony, as seen sitting inside looking out
This a day to remember running on a domestic
A farm landscape with a pair of dogs upsetting
The sheep see cows clumsily running without
The reason other than it is a beautiful day
 It is a day to remember that childhood was not
All misery and poverty
Yes, a day when the old man gets up from his
Chair and dance a tango with his youth

A regular day

We read, with amusement, that Facebook is set free
Mark, our erstwhile friend, has seen the light
Not spending money on fast-checkers, more kudos to him
Is he sincere
For now, this is of scant interest, the wind blows hard, rattles the window, and demands to be let inside.
Hollers, you were glad for the summer breeze
So, what is wrong now
How do explain, to the wind it is a matter of knowing when the climate for change is right?
The wind is not willing to give up, asks what about
X, a rude and opinionated site; well, you see
The world fears economic power can strike like Typhon and flood our land.
A French shrug to that thinks an opinion is free
For all words are like the wind blows today, but
Will be quiet comes next day

The Burden

He is so wealthy perhaps the richest man
In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired
A dozen full, of male and female children
He has reached middle age, and his youth has
Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before
He has realized as many men before him that
Life has a time limit
Great wealth is also power people listen when
A rich man voices his opinion, he has thrown
himself into body politics, perhaps confusing
Opinions as truth
The problem is he has yet to learn the language
Of diplomacy and is on his way to acquiring
Powerful enemies on his journey to solve
the World’s myriad problems
I believe he is a good person at heart
has to learn business and politics collide
His to be wary of hangers-on who follow him
On his road, but will leave him quickly should
disaster strike
His colossal wealth is a burden, a certain
Tiredness on his face one can call depression
A slight irritation in his voice, why can we not
Understand him better

The wish

The face on the mirror scoffs at me
I’m an illusion and cannot die
Yet, I see him late at night, watching
“a house on the prairie.” crying
Sentimental fool
Wishes he was me on a bright day
When the mirror is in the shade
as I leave the mirror whisper, why
can't you be like Elon Musk he is
only scared of his father