Father lamented
Patrimony forgotten
But the band played on
Spare Me
Let me explain
as I step to the lane
I am not proficient
I bowl once a year
my approach, I fear
cannot be called efficient
It may find the gutter
It may find no pins
I’m fairly certain
I’ll never win
You may ask me
“When have you won?”
I must answer
“Well, I had fun.”
Take Time
You cannot take time
It is a gift you’re given
Your fleeting moments
Winter Now
We have winter now
White filters every view
Now we have winter
Upon A Father’s Return
He is home again
No fanfare will be offered
Hugs and smiles suffice
A Slight Delay
We await take off
A slight maintenance issue
Won’t get home tonight
Motion, Then Still
Thousands of miles flown
Some business to attend to
First, the sun will set
Wedding Wine
The guests were thirsty
Generosity revealed
“Do what he tells you”
A Weak End
Rushing through the days
Hours expire unenjoyed
Still no time to rest
The March
Thousands are marching
Some say “anti” some say “pro”
They shall overcome