I sat before my desk last eve
To assess my current plight;
The things I see, you might agree,
Indicate a major blight.
How like the seasons is our life,
We face the sunshine, storms and strife;
As seasons come, so they must go,
We are enjoined within that flow.
Can you find a humble man,
Glad to be on God's green earth?
One who holds no greedy plan,
Knowing wealth has no true worth.
In an attempt to lighten up my poem site I offer
this doggeral style ditty about my neighbor's dog-
I used to range those farming fields,
O muse of mine please work with me,
Teach me to write simplisticly
And I shall seek no grander plan;
Just poetry for the common man.
I remember, still remember
Though she's lately gone ahead;
They still linger, always linger
Precious words my momma said.
Daughter's gone, daughter's gone,
Still my memories linger on;
All those moments through the years
Fraught with anguish, doubts and fears.
This man with only one good eye,
Had labored long to find
The path to God, in a troubled world
That seemed completely blind.
I know a most uncommon man
Who now must stand alone.
The way he chose to walk life's span,
Our group would not condone.
Long years ago we said our vows,
Which ended with a kiss;
In thinking on those years, I see
Some trials, some tears and bliss.