Long-Lost

You bump into a former friend
You haven’t seen in years,
And catch up on the latest news
Of families and careers.

But then you start to reminisce
And all the time gone by
Just melts away, despite the truth
A mirror won’t deny.

You laugh and conjure up the tales
Of escapades long past,
And wonder how it is your life
Has zipped away so fast.

‘Cause as you are remembering,
Your younger self emerges –
The carefree way you were before
Adulthood stopped those splurges.

But then reality returns
And soon you say goodbye.
You say you’ll get in touch, but likely
You won’t even try.

At least, for just a little while,
You magically did spend
Some time with both your younger self
And with your long-lost friend.

Catching the Worm

The early bird, to catch the worm,
Must not allow the slightest germ
Of laziness to intercede
Or else, it will be screwed, indeed.


Though dawdling is quite alluring,
Lateness will prevent procuring
Worms and other just rewards
That being first on scene affords.


We early birds just can't relate
To those who choose arriving late.
They may miss out and be distraught
Because by then, that worm is caught!

Open Book

“Your life is like an open book,
If people read your writing;”
So somebody announced to me,
With truth and nerve uniting.

“Your every-day experiences
Transfer to the page.
Your thoughts about the news, as well,
Aren’t very hard to gauge.

So someone wondering how you are –
Quite clueless, in a fog -
Would know much more than one would need
By checking out your blog.”

It’s true, of course, but though I post,
It isn’t guaranteed
That even those close to my heart
Will take the time to read.

I understand, yet wish they would,
Not for the latest news;
But as a writer, I sure love
To know I’m getting “views!”

Waiting for Delivery

I’m sitting here and getting bored,
Imprisoned in my home -
Just waiting for delivery;
I can’t afford to roam.

The date was set up days ago.
They told me not to worry;
Yet as the hours go ticking by,
I really wish they’d hurry.

I bought the item, paid in full,
But it’s a gorgeous day;
And stuck on my home turf right now
Is where I’ve gotta stay.

I’d love to head out for a ride,
Get ice cream, hit some stores;
Instead, I’m pacing back and forth
In front of my front doors.

I’ll never really understand
Whey we must sit and wait
To get just one delivery,
And why it’s always late!

Columbus Day

In 1492, we’re told,
Columbus sailed the seas.
He thought he’d get to India,
But had no guarantees.

We learned in school about his ships
And how from Spain he sailed.
He made it to our shores and so,
He only partly failed.

We’ve honored him for many years.
There’s no sign we’ll be stopping;
And so, to celebrate the day,
We’ll spend our free time shopping!

Weather Report

There’s snow in Colorado;
In Florida, it’s raining.
In New York City, summer’s waxing
When it should be waning.

Weather’s unpredictable
So when it’s good, enjoy it.
Today you may wear shorts and then
Tomorrow, corduroy it.

No matter what the skies provide,
We cheer or moan together.
Another day will dawn and then
There’ll be some brand-new weather.

The Periphery

Let me be
On the periphery
And not take center stage.

I guarantee
It’s best for me,
Especially as I age.

While some feel free,
Without a fee,
With audience to engage,

I disagree.
So let me flee
To where I belong, the page.