Sunday, August 23, 2009

nothing matters (not even the rhyme)

You matter
doesn't matter

life is harder
each and every day

nothing solved
everything revolved

again and again
with no end

nothing works
all is wrong

even the rhymes
don't rhyme

and time after time
I see just how blind

we all are to each
other's views

will it ever end?
neither of us willing to bend

how can we go on
and how can we not?

Thursday, August 13, 2009

new height

with all your might
to see the light
know you're right
fix your sight
forget the trite
grab and hold tight
then take flight
and reach new height

Monday, August 3, 2009

same routine

mowing grass
changing oil
taking out the trash
all while he was gone

is not what
I like to do
and yet
it needed to be done

now he's back
the yard uncut
and things go
back to the same routine

I am glad
and don't mind
one bit if things
are as they've always been