I’ve washed the dishes, and
I’ve swept the floors.
I’ve tidied the shelves, and
I’ve lined the drawers.
I’ve done ev’rything
I have to do….
but, since it’s chores,
I’ll never get through.
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The Letter
Today I got a letter
that someone to me did send.
Somehow my life feels better
with a letter from a friend.
Hangars
Hangers are a mystery.
They’re never where they ought to be.
They somehow feel that they are free
to migrate through the house, you see.
My Garden
I have rabbits. I have slugs…
and, very likely, other bugs.
They come with hearty appetite
to eat up ev’ry plant in sight.
Bunny Warfare
The bunnies hop around my yard.
They’re looking for a treat.
I want my plants for beauty.
They want my plants to eat.
School Shootings
Uvalde’s just so yesterday.
We hardly can remember.
But, someone now is planning
for another in September.
Oh, well.
Highland Park, Illinois
You’re not safe at a kid’s parade,
a school, or in a park.
You’re not safe where a
cold young man can kill you as a lark.
You’re not safe in a church or school
where young men with a gun
can kill you in a burst of blood
so they can have their fun.
You’re not safe when a young man
posts he wants to kill and kill,
and has a gun to do it with….
to kill you at his will.
You’re not safe where his right to kill
outranks your right to breath.
You’re not safe where raw politics
leads– once again– to death.
You’re not safe. Oh, well.
You
Summer, 2022
We had a day of summer, but,
it ended with a fizzle.
We woke to wind and gray today.
The forecast is for drizzle.
They’re calling it: “June-u-ary”
It’s another wet and sloppy day.
Another day of cold.
I hate to be a whiner,
but, this rain is getting old.
Next week, it will be “summer”.
Of that, I have some doubt!
It can’t dry up for “summer”
‘less these raindrops peter out.
These are the Good Old Days
I wonder if there’ll ever be
an end to this Insanity.
Or will we all live on in fear
that things will just get worse next year?
Living the Aging Life 