Biography of william upton
Entrepreneur, business broker, lecturer in Pittsburgh area.
william upton Poems
Station to station the news is the same, Stronger today than yesterday. Heinous crimes, intense, evil passion. Suicide bombers killing children, shattering parental dreams-
There is something in the loss of a parent That cuts into the soul. It is the emotional, surgical detachment of the heartstring That has defined life as we know it.
Who are we? Really. Life factors change the contours of our journey Like GPS systems gone awry.
The Changing Of The Sun
The most gorgeous day of Spring Walking next to me on the Miracle Mile, Sunday morning stroll to the house of the Lord. With no clouds in the blue sky, there is something unusual-
There is separation among us as groups and as individuals. In first grade we say goodbye to first friends until next year, Only to discover they were taken away to new classrooms in second grade. And so we begin to find new friends, thinking the old ones
A man's soul should not be decided on his deathbed When a life-locked near-cadaver lies in despair Except for an utterance of the inevitable final cry For a life's worth of forgiveness.
In order to process pain We need to shift the burden of translation From the heart to the brain. We need to unplug emotional life support
Whispering, it rings- Canon in D Major by Johann Pachelbel. He has never heard it before, But he will hear it for the rest of his life.
Even in their early days They spent time apart and found it Not to their liking, Although it was necessary
Summer's Right Of Refusal
There is plenty of summer left Regardless of what the calendar says, No matter the school busses on every corner. Football season starts next week,
We call ourselves the 'United' States of America, The name has stuck, The meaning has not. There are factions of this nation at war
Riding to the edge of town For one last look, One last showdown Into the darkened sky of memory.
A New York Minute
Lost Smack in the middle of Manhattan Between hotel and cab, Waiting for the final curtain to fall,
The Careful Mother
It seemed like yesterday A 4 year old boy went to his first movie, Walked to it, actually, Hand in hand with a woman who knew the directions,
There is separation among us as groups and as individuals.
In first grade we say goodbye to first friends until next year,
Only to discover they were taken away to new classrooms in second grade.
And so we begin to find new friends, thinking the old ones
Were gone forever.
This process repeats itself throughout the school years.
Finally, after college, we find out for sure
That there are now friends who we will indeed not see again.
Life's reality is the eventual separation