Until Tomorrow
Ever since I learned to walk, I’ve always been on solid ground, There’s always been land, land, and more land, everywhere I look around, It is not an observation that most people like to call profound, But look beneath those
Is There
Not to throw, whatever we can against the wall, Not to mouth, every profanity we can quickly recall, Not to vent out, pent up frustration into the community, Anger is there, to test our affinity for serenity. Not to cover
Fred Claus
The little boy was more confused than ever before, Surely a festival must mean something more, What his grandpa said, seemed to make little sense, It seemed like something badly conjured up in defence. So he went back to nagging
Rudolf
All around him, the houses abounded with festoons and bunting, And from every roof, miniature bells and stars were hanging, He had seen all this for quite some years now, But had never understood the significance of it somehow. All
Yes & No
It is surprising how two little words can play with your life, Like frozen butter being teased by a serrated knife, They hang on at the tip of a person’s tongue, And then vanish like the tune of a paean