I wonder whether
     in my advanced maturity
I'm getting sappy -
    a sign of second childhood
    regression as progress … ?

when even cheesy happy ends
on late night television movies
almost bring tears to my eyes

or is it just
fulfillment on the screen
     of ancient human dreams
that we can live in harmony
     happy in peace
    instead of war

no bombs  no deadly rockets
no children lost to famine or to terror
no need to flee the rubble
     of what used to be your home

I guess I‘m getting sappy

the seesaw of political smacks
sounds like fabrics by political hacks
solves none of the questions
adds diplomatic congestions
all it does is threaten attacks

the tweets of Donald J. Trump
are often incredibly dumb
he shoots out some message
which while still on its passage
corresponds to its sender's small thumb

the problems of mice and men
were supposedly cared for by THEM
except that THEY never
were sufficiently clever
and things ended up all the same

it sure was the crux of the world
that nobody thought they were heard
so they shouted much louder
to drown out the other
noise about which nobody cared

the way I consider the world
as one who has rarely been heard
is through a glass darkly
no matter how sparkly
or bigly the presidents fared

in meadows finally released
from the cold grip of snow
spring flowers look so pleased
so happy they can grow

their leaves unfold
their shiny blossoms bring
bright colors back into our world
and make all birds sing spring