Centre Court in England
Would take center stage in Queens.
The placement of the e and r
Reveals the way one leans.
The same applies to colors.
Seems that Brits are very fond
Of that u that colors do not have
On this side of the pond.
I recognize these differences
(In Britain recognise)
Should cause no offense/offence
In any English speaker’s eyes.
We all have limitations
Which
we fight or we accept,
But
when new ones may confront us,
Notions
that we’ve always kept
Might
no longer help define us.
We
might need a different view
Of
the things we can accomplish,
Less
than what we used to do.
If
we’re lucky, it’s a setback
And
we’ll find our former self,
After
treatment and some patience,
Life is like a bowl of pits
From
in the cherries someone spits
And
though there are some juicy bits,
There
aren’t quite enough.
For
often things go very wrong
And
even if you think you’re strong,
You
find it’s hard to get along
When
hit with painful stuff.
I’m
feeling just a little sad
Because
of incidents I’ve had.
I
know that life’s not mostly bad
But
man, it can be rough.
Lots of things I haven’t done
While
I have been alive,
Yet
there are trials ahead of me
Into
which I must dive.
First
and foremost, I must learn
To
write with my left hand
And
when you hear the reason
Maybe
you will understand.
For
up ‘til now, I never fell
And
broke a bone I need.
Today
I did and challenges
Await
me, guaranteed.
The soundtrack of “Hamilton”
Gives me a lift
Which is better, to me,
Than a typical gift.
From the opening chords
(Which repeat several times),
I am steeped in delight
By the music and rhymes.
Sitting still’s not a choice
When the rapping begins
And no matter your tastes,
Every listener wins.
If you’ve somehow missed out,
Please take me at my word
For the “Hamilton” songs
Are the best you’ll have heard.
My son was raised a city boy
But starting at age five,
We also had a country house;
In both, he seemed to thrive.
Yet he grew up and made his home
In neither one; instead,
A suburb of New York is where
His family goes to bed.
So it’s a thrill to spend some time
With grandkids in each place
Their father spent his childhood,
Hoping that they will embrace
A little bit of what, perhaps,
Helped shape what made their dad.
I’m glad this opportunity
Is one that I have had.
We
took our grandson to the Met,
His
very first time there,
A
special day with him alone,
A
circumstance quite rare.
We
rode the bus from where we live,
To
him an urban treat
And
bought a New York pretzel
Just
to make the day complete.
He’s
almost 10 and reads a lot
So
what he chose to see
Were
Greek and Roman galleries
Filled
with antiquity.
The
subject matter fit right in
With
books he races through.
Egyptian
mummies also made
The
cut for us to view.
Ironically,
when passing by
The
knights and swords display,
He
had no interest, though his dad
Adored
that in his day.
It’s
wonderful to get to share
Such
cool amazing art
With
son and grandson, even if
It
happened years apart.
