I used to write poems a lot in my youth and early 20s.
Then not so much.
So today I found three that I will share here.
Angels in the Snow
As I watched the snowflakes
gently drift to the ground.
I thought of angels in the snow.
The inner joy of laying on Virgin snow
Waving arms and legs creating those white angels.
I wonder if the real ones watch?
January 8, 1994
Be Kind
Go out of your way to be kind.
Give until it hurts the United Way slogan reads.
Why kind?
To make the world a better place.
To make my world a better place.
Does it give meaning in a manner that nothing else replaces.
Kindness, thoughtfulness-meaning, a way of life.
Purposeful, meaningful, just plain nice. Can my epitaph read- just plain nice.
What's wrong with being nice?
Why does it raise contempt in others? Why does it hurt to be nice?
Why nice guys finish last or do they?
Perhaps they just stand aside to let others pass because the need to be number one is not paramount in their lives.
It's nice to let others go first, it's nice to bring joy to others.
It brings joy to oneself.
So do we finish last, if the last smile is ours.
Kind, it's okay to be kind.
June 29, 2011
BIRTHDAY CAKE
WE HAVE A BIRTHDAY
A CAKE
BLOW OUT THE CANDLES
OH-MAKE A WISH
TIME TO CELEBRATE
DON'T WAIT
THE TICKING CLOCK
STOPS FOR NO ONE
JANUARY 27, 2021
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