May your heart hear this sweet lullaby
as it fills the silent night.
And may this loving melody
bring gentle rest tonight.
Customer Service
Though once I was the best they’d got,
they kicked me out for a robot.
The robot doesn’t slack, or grieve,
take coffee breaks or go on leave.
The robot’s never late to work,
ask for a raise, and doesn’t shirk.
A robot’s not the same as me.
Can’t understand. No empathy.
And doesn’t try to make things clear
when folks ask “What is happ’ning here?”
You enter in 1, 2, or 3.
That’s not enough?
No sympathy.
Just go online.
Or let it be.
Just suck it up and take your loss.
The company must manage costs.
We’ve got to watch the bottom line
and profits are, for us, just fine.
The times are changin’, don’t ‘cha know?
And “service” is the first to go.
January Rain
Pitter patter.
Drip and splatter
cross the windowpane.
Pitter patter.
Plop and scatter
down the glass again.
Drip and drop
along the top
and trickle down the glass.
Raindrops fall
and soak us all
before the rain clouds pass.
Ending Daily Chores
I’d like to figure out a way
to end these daily chores.
I think about it constantly
both in and out of doors.
I think of it at work and play
and while I exercise.
If I can figure out the way,
I’ll win a Nobel Prize!
Making Resolutions
Resolutions, Twenty-Six!
Toss more goals into the mix!
List the places I fall short!
Rank, prioritize, and sort!
List the traits that I’d acquire
to be someone I admire.
But, wait! let’s pause a bit to see…
Could I become content with me?
New Year, 2026
We wake to find another year!
A year of joy, and great good cheer—
a year to know that we are blessed
with zest for life and happiness.
We wake to find ourselves renewed
with firm commitment to the good.
We wake assured that we will be
the kind of folks we want to see —
in the New Year of 2026!
New Year Moon
High above the Eastern sky
a New Year Moon is floating by.
It comes to us – a Special Gift –
to give our hearts a New Year’s lift!
Old Jack Frost
Old Jack Frost is nosing ‘round.
He colors up the frozen ground.
He dances through the chill of night
to paint our landscape shades of white.
The Groundhog
I’m living like a Groundhog.
I snuck out.
I had a fling.
But now I know how cold it is,
I’ve hunkered down till Spring.
Reflections on Choice
The world we’re in’s a contradiction.
Both a Blessing and Affliction.
Each of us must make our choice:
What we speak. The words we voice.
Each of must choose what we
decide to stand for. Who we’ll be.
In 2026
