watch how I spend my nickels and dimes
I try to get by living day-to-day
I rely on the check in the mail
Yes, on my social security pay
Would my mind be more at rest
If I possessed abundant wealth
The elite are busy shepherding their money
Does this worry bother their health
Would I want to be one of the crème de la crème
Awake all night chasing my sheep
No, I’ll continue to watch my nickels and dimes
I value much more a good night’s sleep!
That’s Why
I feel I’m like the hollyhock
The last one standing in the season
All my friends are dead and gone
Why must we die, what is the reason?
We thought we could endure
We stood our ground together
But as summer turned to fall
We couldn’t tolerate the weather
I’ll soon be suffocated
When winter’s blanket covers me
My beauty will have faded
My friends await my company
I feel I’ve done my very best
I’ve dropped all of my seeds
They’ll be welcomed in the garden
Spring will satisfy their needs
When these new flowers bloom, people will say
How beautiful they are, far better than last season
I now understand why we had to die
The miracle of “rebirth” is the reason
Sister Sue
Fall air is clean and fresh
This is my favorite season
I’ll tell you the major thing
I’ll tell you what’s the reason
On those extremely clear fall nights
If you watch with great endurance
You can see this blessed sight
A seldom seen occurrence
It will take your breath away
Its aura indescribable
It’s called the northern lights
Its beauty undeniable
I invite you to sit beside me
In expectation for me and you
This fantastic light display
“Aurora borealis” just for two
Give It Up
I’m trying to stop smoking again
I cleaned the house of all my packs
I am crabby, and I’m edgy
But I may calm down soon and relax
One particular nervous day
Anxiety caused me tension
I checked former hiding spots
Too many for me to mention
I opened a drawer, now full of bulbs
And this is not a joke
A three-way bulb said, “I have an idea
Give it up! Just don’t smoke!”
A Twinkle
In the gloaming in the garden
When the fairies shake a sprinkle
Listen very close, and you may hear
A star let out a twinkle
Technology
A cell phone is like the yellow pages
Their fingers do the walking
With cell phone texting
Our fingers do the talking
Monotone
I’d carry a tune, but it’s far too heavy
I’d pay attention, but it costs too much
Obligation
I’ve never been dying
But I see what takes place
Family and friends come for
One more look at the face
If I were dying
I’m not exactly sure
I’d want all my loved ones
Waiting for my death to occur
Aside from these feelings
Sounds I don’t want to hear
Are muffled voices, quiet crying
Of those I hold dear
I have strong thoughts of
Sights I don’t want to see
